A Scottish Episcopalian Seeking Recipes for Sanity in the ever-changing context of Life's Kitchen .....
Saturday 29 May 2010
Miss Madcap Moe ( R.I.P. 28/05/2010 )
3 comments:
Fran
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OH NO! What happened this time? So soon after Eena too :( Sounds like getting stuck into your randomised double-blind trial is a worthwhile pasttime right now!
Juvenile chooks have just traces of their comb and wattles (the cheek/chin bits), and these gradually develop as the hen matures. These are both fairly old photos of Moe, before she had fully developed her 'mature look.' Sadly she only reached maturity and a regular laying habit 2 - 3 months ago, so we thought she would be with us a while yet.
She was a hybrid cross, bred for the pot as well as for laying, and she was HUGE in comparison to the others - I wonder if her heart just couldn't keep up with her size. I guess her sisters will have been into the pot several months ago.
We chose Moe because of her lovely speckled feathers, and fell in love with her gentle morning 'chuckles' and her Madcap Moments when she was out in the garden - I'm sure she hallucinated purple dinosaurs !
Like all creatures who share our lives, she enriched our life appreciation. I hope there's a 'Hen Heaven' for such fun spirits.
Thank you for visiting, Fran - it's good to see you. x
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The Beasts
White and tabby BartCat is the Senior amongst our furries, closely followed by Lady Blue Spot Bramble, and the baby of the family, wee Miniature Poo Holly.
Murphy was our first dog, a fine rescue collie with issues who left a gaping dog shaped hole in our lives when he left us to run in Elysian Fields. Hector was another rescue dog but his issues were too big for us to live with and he returned whence he came.
Eena, Meena, Myna, Moe, Melody, Min, Maid Marion & Maybelline were our chooks (hens) who lived with us for about ten years, feature in some of the early posts, but left us along the way.
Still remembering feeling like ‘5 going on 40’, then feeling perhaps ’40-ish’ on a Good Day, and ’50-ish’ on a Not-So-Good-Day when I wrote early posts. And now ... well, another 10 years or so.....
'Acceptance','Re-Invention' , 'Re-Creation', 'Discovery' and 'Affirmation' continue to be current Life Requirements, as I step into this next Chapter Of Life, and stir the pot to add another recipe or two to Life's Rich Menu.
I guess there'll be plenty more burnt bits, and probably more than the expected half-baked bits, chewy bits and lumpy bits along the way.
Of Such Is Life.
Blogging became utensil, kitchen and cooker for the sauce and hot air of Souffle.
Other bits and pieces will again get stirred into Risotto.
Now Departed This Realm - but still of Prime Importance (‘cos he was so very Beloved), is The Hubby(TH). He was one of Life's Gentlemen, one of those people you meet who you remember. Especially his chuckle. I carelessly misplaced him at a large gathering. He was running the bar, but taking time out with his camera to record the proceedings. And I lost him.... I felt bereft....there was absolutely no sign of him ....I tried the hall next door, looked outside, but there was no sign… and then I heard The Chuckle away over the other side of the venue (behind a pillar). My heart always melted when I heard that chuckle ....
So that you can understand the early landscape, I need to include Father-in-Law who was 95 on his very last birthday, lived with us for five years, and died in mid-July 2008. He had severe dementia and was perhaps THE Main Reason for ChickPea entering the Blogosphere. I still miss him and I guess he will continue here. To Protect The Innocent, and because he was Ace at dominoes, I call him “Domino Joe” (DJ).
Ms Mog was my beloved feline companion for 20 years until summer 2009. Young Master Catlet bounced into our lives a wee while later and both eradicated and transformed the cat-shaped gap in the family.
The first 2 chooks arrived in July 2008, ate all the slugs they could find and gave us eggs - so in October 2008 we welcomed 2 more. Initially intended as therapy for Domino Joe, our flock assisted our recovery when DJ stepped into The Next Realm. But when I was diagnosed with breast cancer the remaining two hens went to live on a retired farm where they spent a further very happy year or two with more freedom than they could believe.
Mr Mutt joined us in September 2006 - a rescue dog ‘with issues’ - who we learned to both respect and accept. He became ill in the early summer of 2010, leaving the family bereft. An attempt to re-home a five year old dog proved painful and unsuccessful, so we gained a Monsterpuppy to add to the family. She is a blue Standard Poodle, now 10 years old and still a major delight and distraction .... tho most of the mad energy that abounds is from our wee MiniPup who is now just over 2 years old.
3 comments:
OH NO! What happened this time? So soon after Eena too :( Sounds like getting stuck into your randomised double-blind trial is a worthwhile pasttime right now!
Hmmm..interesting..I notice that Moe has no comb in the top pic and a red comb in the bottom - what's the signficance?
Juvenile chooks have just traces of their comb and wattles (the cheek/chin bits), and these gradually develop as the hen matures. These are both fairly old photos of Moe, before she had fully developed her 'mature look.'
Sadly she only reached maturity and a regular laying habit 2 - 3 months ago, so we thought she would be with us a while yet.
She was a hybrid cross, bred for the pot as well as for laying, and she was HUGE in comparison to the others - I wonder if her heart just couldn't keep up with her size. I guess her sisters will have been into the pot several months ago.
We chose Moe because of her lovely speckled feathers, and fell in love with her gentle morning 'chuckles' and her Madcap Moments when she was out in the garden - I'm sure she hallucinated purple dinosaurs !
Like all creatures who share our lives, she enriched our life appreciation. I hope there's a 'Hen Heaven' for such fun spirits.
Thank you for visiting, Fran - it's good to see you. x
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