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2011: The Year of Tiny Velociraptors (and also a husband)

Yes, yes, technically Daniel and I got married in 2010 — October, 2010, to be precise — but that meant that we had just barely gotten used to the idea by the time the year incremented. 2011 was the first year we spent together in its entirety, and since we managed to not kill each other at all, not even a little bit, and also not get divorced, I think we did pretty well.

2011, of course, was also The Year of Sid, who came to stay with us for good; and the Year of Juniper, Crispin, Clementine, Cairo, and Mica (formerly known as Coriander), the kittens who passed through our house on their way to their Forever People; likewise the Year of Briar Rose and Beckett, both of whom are now in good homes.

But mostly when I think of 2011 I think about chickens. Like Daniel, our first chickens actually came along in 2010, but it wasn’t until 2011 that the chicken thing got into full swing. Now I’m trying to make breeding plans for 2012, torn between things like showing my silkies at chicken shows as recognized colors, and letting them all just flock together and seeing what I get (while still selecting for type — good conformation is a must!). Merlin, our crele Old English Game Bantam rooster, just got his own little flock in the apex pen. It formerly housed the Modern Game Bantams, but they’ve moved inside for the winter. Merlin is enjoying life and very proud of his flock of three little hens.

Fall 2011 was also When I Started Yelling At The Planet — we had a massive heat wave in August, which broke shortly after the earthquake, which was in its turn followed by Hurricane Irene and Tropical Storm Lee. We were fortunate enough to only catch the fringes of Irene and Lee, but that still meant an uncomfortable amount of wind and rain. I’m hoping Mother Earth does not decide to follow up the excitements of August and September with a Snowpocalypse or two this winter, for real.

Over all, though, I think 2011 was a pretty good year. And now Daniel has dug chicken poop into the garden beds, since we have a nice window of time when nothing will be growing there for three months, and has even added some of his home-grown compost to them what needs it. 2011 was also the year of the Experimental Garden. We know better what we’re doing this year, and when to plant and what to plant. So we take advantage of this fallow season to dispose of some chicken poop and enrich the soil, looking forward to the lettuces of spring, the tomatoes of summer, and the squashes of fall, as it were.

There is probably some really great metaphor there for life in general, if only I had not started it out with chicken poop.

Hope you survived 2011 in good form, my gentle readers, and I wish you the best as we head into the brave new year of 2012.

One thought on “2011: The Year of Tiny Velociraptors (and also a husband)

  1. A very happy new year to you, Daniel, and all of your sundry critters. :-) I look forward to reading more about your adventures this year.

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