A little bit of Lavender as told by her momma:
Lavender was soft and gentle in temperament but also funny when naughty. I never planned to love a chicken, but then I met Lav, I was told she wasn't 'show quality' because of her black beak, and it was then I fell in love a little deeper.
Every time Lucky gets in the nest box Lavender jumps on the perch and just sits there until Lucky is done. I'm not sure if she is there for moral support? Or to encourage Lou to push that egg out! Or to comfort her? Or is Lavender just lonely? Could be all of the above but I find it the cutest- they have a bond and for whatever reason Lavender gets on that perch to be close to Lucky. That's true friendship.
The story of Mrs. Ferguson is a story some 30 years in the making...
As told by Cindy, pictured here in her home today with her fabric Fergie and her wonderful original artwork.
"Back in the 70s and 80s, I had a tiny flock of fowl, all beloved and special, but as always there are favorites. I called her Fergie for short, but her whole name was Mrs. Ferguson, because when I first got her as an itty bitty newborn chick, she had a topknot and face that made her look just like an elementary school teacher I had by the same name.
Someone gave me Fergie......I was at a home.....and this tiny chick ran by, alone. A man grabbed the chick and just gave it to me, saying it would likely not survive there anyway. I gleefully, accepted! Chickens from Heaven!"
For the full story, see Cindy’s blog about her beloved Mrs. Ferguson.
Fionna's story as told by Erica.
"All my hens are named from my son's favorite cartoon. Adventure Time.
Fionna was my wing girl. A Buff Orpington. Always chortling when she saw me, and would come running. She's my only hen who would fly to my shoulder. She always cleaned my hair for me. I've not known a bond like the bond(s) I have with my flock. Such different personalities. Fionna was tough but always nice to the others. She had the most beautiful Amber colored eyes. Her best friend was Princess Bubblegum who is the hen second on my lap. She was very depressed after she died. The first photo is when Fionna finally got brave enough to walk down the stairs to the run for the first time. So brave. Then she'd run back to me, and then go back to check out more grass. She stole my heart. Losing her was the hardest thing. I didn't know I could love a chicken so much."
Sometimes not a lot needs to be said, or a lot of time spent to get it right. This was one of those times. I started this order simply showing Lindsey the only brown fabric that I had and I asked her what she thought. She said that her Coco needed something different. Coco was a great momma, strong and sassy and a lady.
I went to my local quilt shop and found the perfect fabrics. I love this little brown hen. She came out sweeter than I ever could have planned, Coco’s momma thinks so too, and that’s all that really matters.
Stay tuned, their story and more photos coming soon.
Stay Tuned. Photos and Sadie Mae's story coming soon.......
