Of course my first love is sewing, but very occasionally from time to time, I dabble in other creative stuff.
This is a pencil drawing I did for my father's birthday a few years back. Mum and Dad now have it hanging in their kitchen, and I took these photos the last time I visited them down in the country.
I know we have an abundance of livestock here in our house already, but if I could be allowed to have just a few more I would choose to get some chooks. We always had them in our garden when I was growing up and my parents still keep chooks today. I love their attitude; they are such busy, comfortable, bustling sort of birds. Their gentle grandmotherly clucking is a very soothing sound to have in the background. Plus they are productive. And a good way to dispose of kitchen scraps. Maybe one day...
Funny memories: we always named our chickens. This sometimes caused problems, particularly when a favourite was being served up for dinner. "But we can't possibly eat Ophelia!" would go up the protest. After a while Mum and Dad learnt to keep quiet about that aspect of farming.
In later years and when my own children were staying over with Granny and Grandpa for a holiday, no one would breathe a word about the absence of Fang or Fluffy from the chook pen, and the subsequent appearance of roast chicken on the dinner table. One learns to deal with it...!