Look! Babs and Agneta are now happy mothers of two!
Will there be more chickens during the coming days?
Våren! Vilken grej!
What the hens are doing at the moment:
The rooster and Elvis are sand bathing in all of our plots.
Agneta shares the brooding responsibility with Babs.
(But still no chickens, so today I borrowed some of the eggs down to the basement and looked through their shells with an egg lamp. And there, in the dark, I could se at least one chicken heart beating close to the shell! So we will wait. For some more days.)
I was interviewed by a local newspaper a while ago, and when there was time for photographing I thought of the portrait of Ebba Witt-Brattström, from an article in Dagens Nyheter. Lotta Gometz took the photo of me. Who photographed Ebba Witt-Brattström 1970 the paper doesn't tell.
Many years ago, Jakob and I were lucky to receive a scholarship that took us all the way to Havana, Cuba. For 4 months we stayed in a house near the Malecón. We drew and wrote, took Salsa lessons, found out where the best Mojitos were made, learned the art of queuing the Cuban way and travelled by the slow train across the country. This gypsum mermaid was the only thing we bought and brought with us from the trip. She still watches over us.
There is something missing, and I know what it is. The pantskirt. The perfect garment, the missing link between pants and skirt, between masculinity and femininity. What does it mean, that a pantskirt is so hard to find these days?
After this long and cold winter the hens and the rooster are happily exploring spring. They hardly have time to eat before they race out in the garden. They take long strolls in the cow pen, and follow me around when working in the plots. The very first day of spring, Babs (the only remaining bantam hen, mid pic) suddenly decided to give that brooding thing a try. After a week she suddenly got tired of lying in the clutch, without eating or drinking, and stepped out to join the others in the sun. But after just a couple of minutes she was hunted back in again, and since that moment she has stayed flat on the eggs.
Will there be chickens, we are all wondering? I'll keep you updated.
Elvis, in the first pic, is tame as a kitten. Loves to lie in the sofa, loves being cuddled with. When stroked under the beak she closes her eyes and purrs...