We are married. We have chickens.
Matt is a community organizer, which means that he doesn’t have any actual responsibilities. He would buckle under excruciating pressure if he had to manage a small town. He would probably also do a lot of meth.
Megan is a gardener, chef, cyclist, and yoga-ist. She occasionally moonlights as a professional referee for Catch Phrase.
They share an urban homestead in Portland.
Winnie, Marilyn, Roberta, and Zippy are chickens. Hens, actually. They live in Megan and Matt’s backyard. Their interests include sleeping, eating, pooping, and dodging raccoons.
Just in case it wasn’t patently clear already, the opinions expressed in this blog are solely our own, and our affiliations are wise to disown them.
Just had to check out the chickens again. One of these days I’ll call and come by and visit with Winnie and the rest of the flock–I don’t see Lucille listed. Did she pass to the happy nest box in the sky?
I do love chickens. Grew up on a farm. We primarily had Rhode Island Reds. But when we moved to Portland, we had banties and a rooster. Didn’t know it was not permitted and never bothered to check. So from time to time they would fly up on the neighbors’ roofs and cackle their little heads off.
I’m a Pranic Healer which means working with the energy around a person to promote removal of disease energy and more rapid healing. pranichealing.com. A lovely work, actually, since it is great to see people feel better right away and learn to change their thoughts so they feel better all the time.
Many blessings
Andrea