Yesterday, Austin asked me to buy feed while I was in town. Sure I would.
Never mind I’ve banged up the rear of our truck THREE TIMES backing away from the feed shop.. We “own” this place . I was analyzing our finances for last year, and we noted that we ended up $105.65 in the hole on Austin’s chicken project (ha ha ha). This is largely because of our addiction to commercial feed. Oh, but when our Coconut Trees start bearing !….
HAPPY CHICKEN’S FIRST RECIPIENTS
I think I told you about Austin’s “happy chicken” projects. He was crowd sourcing through Global Giving. He raised about $1000 there, hasn’t received it yet – but a generous Teitei guest put some cash in Austin’s hands for it, and so Austin contacted the first beneficiaries. They are actually our closest neighbors, and the oldest 2 kids were my first friends in the neighborhood. This is their little brother.
Prashneel, the big brother is leaning on the cage.
Austin gave them nine chicks (older than the ones he usually sells), a cage and 3 kg of chicken food to get them started. He gave them a lot of chicken-rearing advice. With luck and some work, they will get eggs in five months, which can be the start of their own flock. The best male will be their stud rooster, and the other males will be dinner or income. Prashneel will get practice, and if he has a knack for it, he’ll probably end up with a job. I’m really happy for our neighbors, and will be praying that this really works out for them.
EYE OF THE NEEDLE
This is just an odd shot – an interesting burned out tree that Akka noticed on Valley Road. He pointed it out to me several times, and we finally got a photo.
This is another gift of Akka’s keen eye: a moringa “drumstick” squeezed in two by a passion fruit vine.
LOVE THINE ENEMIES
Austin found this myna bird that had gotten its feet all tangled up while in his chicken pen. I can’t begin to tell you how many times I’ve heard Austin complain about the mynas – how much he hates them – how he’s going to apply for a shotgun and fill it with birdshot to get these rotten mynas. He hates them because they’re always stealing his chicken food.
A few years ago, Austin rigged up something and trapped seventeen mynas. Then he skinned them and cooked the little buggers with a lot of Italian seasoning. I remember little drumsticks – like toothpicks with a bit of gamey meat on the end, and the petite breasts – chewy little muscle nuggets. We all agreed they were edible and we’d be willing to go to the effort to catch them …. next time there is a serious famine in progress.
So now Austin had an edible enemy at his mercy. An enemy who got caught because of trying to feed all her babies.
Mercy overtook him….. because she had babies. (Uh, that is that many MORE of your “enemies,” Dear!)
So Austin untangled her and let her go. I don’t know if Po and Torsett approved or not.
FROM LAST WEEK: bleak
One of the two things I had that I just couldn’t put in on New Year’s Day was this photo from our Christmas picnic trip to Natadola: an overgrown mosque. Such a graceful, pretty building on a lovely hill, but obviously abandoned and with a broken minaret. Also, unpainted. So curious, so bleak. Is it finished? Was it used? Did a community of Muslim cane farmers lose their leases just as the mosque was nearing completion?
SHINY NEW YEAR
My brother Jeswant came to visit this week, and brought me a New Year’s present – this amazing outfit! Vina says it is a “gopi suit” There is no way I can fit into the top (yet), but was delighted to find out the skirt fits! Yay. The piece I have positioned as a sash is actually a very large shawl of thin cloth. Next Indian wedding in the neigborhood, I will be wearing this!
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