Tuesday, August 18, 2009

good morning from cold antler!

There's our man Chuck Klosterman: rooster extraordinaire. He's taken to waking up the farm from the firepit benches. He waddles out there and a few hens in his harem waddle behind. He takes the stand and belts out a few loud three-part crows before returning to the coop for breakfast. Winthrop, the giant white rooster (AKA the Wererooster), doesn't make a noise until dusk. Then the howls come out. They seem to ignore the new guy, John, who is so small he doesn't reach Winthrop's knees yet. When John grows up he'll be be an eight-pound basketball of a golden rooster. If Chuck's a velociraptor, and Winthrop's a T-Rex—John will be a portly Triceratops. Low to the ground and round and look like some 4-year-old's drawing of a fat chicken. Wyandottes have their own thing going. I'll oblige him.

So far he seems like an okay guy and is already dedicated to the hens he grew up with. They travel around the coop like little explorer parties. Yesterday they disovered beneath the rabbit hutch. The day before: grass tastes amazing! Today: who knows.

Hey! Look what I found! You can click this link here and it will take you to an application that lets you follow CAF on facebook. It's a handy, free gadget. I had no idea my blog was even on here till someone showed me. And just a sidenote: if you emailed me through facebook, please email me at my home address. It is nearly impossible for me to access facebook at the farm (dial up) and at work being on such sites looks sketchy at best. So if you think I blew you off, I haven't. I just haven't been able to get back in touch yet, and I want to since I owe a kid a letter, another woman some dulcimer music, and some such.

6 Comments:

Blogger Tara said...

They are basketballs, aren't they? :)

I have something like 40 roosters right now (yeah, you read that right). They're most assuredly NOT all staying. Only about two will stay. But we have multi-generational crowing going on right now, and it's awesome. Our two-year-old flock master Elvis goes off first, then Big Black the juvenile, and finally little Phil, who's just learning.

August 18, 2009 at 7:41 AM  
Blogger Jenna said...

Hey Tara, just a heads up, no way will antlerstock be on a tuesday. I'm thinking the second Saturday in October. And of course you're welcome to hang out all weekend, I just can't offer you a place to crash since friends area already staying in the three-room cabin!

August 18, 2009 at 7:56 AM  
Blogger Rachel B. said...

E-mail? I haven't gotten the nerve to e-mail you yet. Perhaps I should.
Oh, chickens, I wish I could have them...sigh.

August 18, 2009 at 9:28 AM  
Blogger Nancy said...

Hey Jenna, the word is getting out.The library system where I work owns 7 copies of your book at various branches and every single one of them is checked out! I'm glad I bought my copy. :)

August 18, 2009 at 11:15 AM  
Blogger Cats Critters said...

Your rooster looks a lot like one of my roosters named Chipmunk (currently have at least 6 roosters), also love your book!

August 18, 2009 at 2:59 PM  
Blogger Jenna said...

Rachel, don't be silly. I'm a girl with few sheep in the woods, not Oprah. Email away. Just be patient cause I suck at getting back to people.

August 18, 2009 at 9:05 PM  

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