Finding friendship and some Easter treats.
What a lovely childhood picture you paint. I would expect nothing less of your parents than having a secret Easter egg laying chicken. ❤️ x
Always love these posts infused with your art, and the hen stories are a beautiful bonus xx
(I tried to help my brother-in-law with feeding his hens one time, and they all escaped the coop as soon as finished pouring the grain and tried to go back outside. They KNEW I was rookie, and my BIL watched from the patio as he heard me squeal, “Noooooo chickens”.)
A delightful post, lovely art, and so educational: I thought eggs came in boxes in the supermarket. Who knew? Loved the recording. They sounded very happy.😁
Your posts leave me so warm and happy!! Superb. I love chooks too. We tended to have big black Australorps that went broody at the drop of a hat. These days it’s Isa Browns that pop up everywhere - good dependable layers that will happily chortle away like every happy chook. I adore the Easter egg thread throughout the whole piece. Happy, happy sigh. Thanks so much for sharing your life, your memories and your art with us. It’s very much appreciated.
This is so sweet:) I’ve never seen an egg that fresh!
Rebecca, I love everything about this post: the art, the words, the intent. You are a gift! Thank you for sharing your life here. :-)
Loved this post and all the chicken pictures. I just bought a Cadbury egg in a post-Easter sale. How oh how shall I eat it? Considering a combo I will call “soldier takes a bath.”
During my childhood I lived on a farm as well. Because we moved back into town for the school year we only had part time animals that we borrowed or looked after for other farmers. I remember the goat that would live with us and the adventures we would have with it! No hens though.
Pretty sure the goat ate the chocolate Easter eggs!
Excellent job as always. I learned lots about chickens. Good job weaving the words and photos together.
That was lovely. As is so often the case, you take a quotidian subject and infuse it with a soft glowing magic. And to do that with chickens! We had chickens growing up. My relationship with them was nothing like this! Clearly a failure of my empathy or imagination ... but as I say this I realize, a failure on the part of my parents.
I love what you did with the Cadbury eggs in your journal. But the bath? Not so much 😆
1. Wait. You speak chicken? Is that like parseltongue?
2. New candidate for most decadent move ever: Eating an crème egg in the bath.
3. I ❤️ your mix of illustrations and text. But then, I would.
Fun read and lovely art, Rebecca! The art book is a treasure!
Once again the best thing I’ve read/ experienced/ connected to on the internet this week! Thankyou for your generosity of spirit and for the beautiful insight into your families Easter traditions. I think if I’d had gena as a child I would have spent a lot of time with them too. Right here and now we have 8, 3 bantams with bloomers , 1 black rock and four all white ladies. None are ex battery hens but we might have room for some more in the future. ♥️✨ 🐓✨💝
This whole idea of honouring past selves and art is so so great! I’m in love with your newsletter Rebecca 😍