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Egg numero 33, "Golden" by James Joyce. Covered in dollar signs... or the shell prompt if you're into linux.
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Ottoman Basket in my Bedroom. I came home from a night out watching the OSU vs Kentucky Basketball game and realized that I had not done my daily prompt. This ottoman holds a lot of stuff in the corner of my bedroom. I love the texture... it is 11:42 so I met the daily prompt but I have no idea who won the game.
This little chicken wasn't born at Easter. When I think of Easter I think of eggs, young birds and spring. And so I remembered this beautiful little creature. Eric & I haven’t got children. Raising this little one made us feel like parents.
Two years ago two of our hens, Clara & Grijs, laid three eggs each. With excitement we waited till the little ones were born. Five eggs hatched short after each other. Clara left the nest with her three babies and one moment Grijs also had enough of waiting till the last egg hatched and left the nest. We checked the last egg with a torchlight and discovered movement inside.
So we couldn't leave this egg be and built our own 'nest' assuming it wouldn't take long to hatch. It took a whole week and on the day we wanted to give up there was Hummie. The plan was to put the little one back with Grijs as soon as it was up and running.
Unfortunately it was already too late and Grijs didn’t accept Hummie as her baby. So Eric and I had to take care of her. So that is how it happened that we slept with a little baby chicken in our bedroom for almost two months.
We built Hummie a closed home inside the henhouse so she could get used to her other family. After two months we decided with pain in our heart that Hummie had to be more with her own family and that she had to sleep in the henhouse at night.
The first day that I dared to leave her alone with the other chickens she must have left the henhouse in a panic. When I came home she was gone. I searched everywhere in our neighborhood, asked the schools around, hung up flyers, but nobody had seen her. Hummie did not come back.
What I think that happened is that she was taken by schoolchildren at the playground behind our garden. She was so used to people that she probably was attracted by the sound of the children.
The disappearance of Hummie had broken my heart. I felt so bad about leaving her alone that day. She was only a chicken, but she was my little one. I held her when she was just outside the egg. She used to sleep on my shoulder with her head tucked away in my hair. She followed me everywhere in the garden and we used to go on spider hunt together.
Hummie is the little chicken on my head in my profile picture in Facebook and Twitter. I have never forgotten her and I never will.
Scenario,
Prompt: A desert landscape with cacti and a few dry trees, with table mountains and rocks at the edges. A high mountain range is in the background, and the sky is a cloudless blue.
Modell: Skybox, Style: Retro Fantasy.
#13 - 2021 Scribbles and Drabbles
Necklace of nine quartz crystal and silver lenses hand made in the Norse style by various artists. The two blue beads are glass from the period. The chain they are strung on is braided wire, done by me.
The prompt this time is:
The PROMPT: Memories
The SONG: "No, I don't remember" by Anna Ternheim
The Product/Technique: Overlays/transparencies
Overlays/Transparencies:
I have them... I've never used them... this was a 1st for me!
I'm still in a Wedding Mindset (sowy!) so I made my LO about forging ahead and making *NEW* Memories... the pictures across the bottom are the ones my Dad snapped when Greg proposed Christmas Morning & me saying 'YES!'. Actually I sobbed 'yes'... lol, I'm such a marshmallow.
The overlay is FancyPants and the stick on Gems are Prima.
The Gems are stuck on top of the overlay.
It was finicky cutting the pictures to fit underneath, then layering the journaling and yellow inked card-stock. But I think it was worth it!
Journaling:
Christmas Morning Proposal 2008
I was on a downslide, wasting my days
When I met you, I came to, such a lovely place
We laughed and cried our way through
The days and nights, the weeks and months
And all the seasons, ups and downs
Lyric by Anna Ternheim
Making NEW Memories… with You.