You may have heard/read my trauma/drama of getting three chicks last year and having one turn out to be a rooster. A neighbor heard him and came to my door with blood in her eye. The rooster went to a good home. My wonderful rescue person called him "A Wonder Rooster," for he got along with her already established barnyard ruler.
And so I learned to sex baby chicks. Clearly the store had missed the mark on one of my first three. This year I got what I wanted--three hens. (My other two died of potato skin poisoning, but I decided to try again and never never never feed my new chickens potato peelings. In fact I don't think I have eaten any Russet potato skin since then, Red skins are okay.)
Oh, in case you are interested, sexing chickens is done with the wing feathers.
After I came down from the mountain I was inspired to blog and I began Grandmother Grey Wolf#. That sounded good to me, spiritual and all that. I realized, however, that I didn’t have anything to say. On top of that, spirituality is highly subjective. Everyone has their own ideas. The concept is somewhat futile to discuss. Unless, of course, we agree. That’s fine. If we disagree, though, anger can be the result. And since we are thoughtful people, we do not want to beat each other over the head with an ideology.
It appears to me that the solution of being at peace with ourselves is to become sovereign individuals. That doesn’t mean to separate ourselves from others, it means as Abraham Maslow defined long ago—being #self-actualized. That way we are not fooled, dupted, controlled, and BS slides off us without leaving a trace.
Let's create a different system--you hear of it once in awhile--like #Haagen Dazs. Choose the finest ingredients, and make good ice cream. Simple. Imagine.
This is so yummy I can't have it in my house too often. You might like this for the eye candy.