Candid Reflections

July 30, 2008

Lunch With Some Chicks

Filed under: Life in the Sticks — Tags: , — candid reflections @ 12:01 am

The Historian, my oldest little fella at 12 years, has a fondness for a particular group of red-heads.  And I just gotta tell ya, these red-heads have a fondness for him in return… seriously, they flock around him! 

We have a bunch of red heads that live down the hill from us, and the other day the Historian decides he’s gonna prepare some lunch for them.  First he asks if he can take some lettuce from the garden to make a salad from.  On his way out of the garden he grabs a few radishes.  Then he gets this notion to get all epicures and pick some fresh dandelion greens to add to the mix.  I would have served the dandelion in a tea myself, but he didn’t have time to mess with brewing tea.   Did you know that dandelions are quite nutritious?  Honestly, dandelion greens have more nutrition than broccoli, and more vitamin A than carrots.  They also have laxative and diuretic properties.  A weed, go figure!

Anyway, by the time he arrived at the red-heads’ gate, he found them gathered and waiting.  He presented them with the salad he’d made; most of the girls dug right in, and to the ones who were a little more reserved, he hand fed them himself. 

 

Such a gent he is, he makes his mama proud.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I just had to grab a shot of this pretty little red-head, aren’t her highlights dreamy?  If I could get color like that, I’d definitely go red!

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4 Comments »

  1. you have a brave man right there in my book! i am scared of chickens….i had a bad experience in a chicken coop at my grandma’s when i was a little girl….we were gathering eggs and one of those little rascals started chasing me….it probably wouldn’t have been that bad if my grandma wasn’t laughing so hard she couldn’t help me!
    smiles… lacie b

    Comment by lacieb — July 30, 2008 @ 11:50 am

  2. Oh LacieB…I had that very same thing happen when I was little! Except I had a rooster chasing me… I was about eight years old, wearing a two piece swim suit in the back yard – I think I was heading over to get my towel off the clothes line, and the stinking thing jumped on me! Soon after that, it was butchering time (the one and only time my parents put themselves through the misery of butchering birds.) I remember after my dad chopped the rooster’s head off, it got up and began running around the yard! I saw the whole thing from my bedroom window, and felt compelled to plead with my dad to give the poor thing another chance. Unfortunately, without a head… his chance was pretty short-lived! I think I gagged with every bite of chicken I ate that summer.

    Comment by candid reflections — July 31, 2008 @ 6:55 am

  3. So when are you going to invite me over for some salad?? Hehe.

    Comment by Rayray — August 1, 2008 @ 8:28 am

  4. Your blog is filled with such beauty. Your son is a handsome young man!

    Comment by Susan Keller — August 1, 2008 @ 7:45 pm


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