Today I'm gonna feature The Coop Keeper aka The Chicken Whisperer aka Counting Chickens aka Jayme. Perhaps you've noticed I like sharp wit and humor. Maybe? Well I do. I LOVE to find other funny bloggers, with funny stories to tell, with funny lives, with funny noses. Ok, I don't really care about their noses. Anyway, my homey Jayme fits all the criteria in a perfect storm for blogging. If you've not hopped into the virtual world of Jayme and her 'girls', let me please introduce you to her wicked sense of humor without further delay....because the world needs more Jaymes in a bad way. We all need Jaymes in our life to make us laugh til we cry. I'm being serious. I literally laughed so hard I cried one night reading some of her old posts. She lives just a couple hours from me, and I'm soooo gonna meet her for real, up close and personal. I can't wait to introduce you. I will stop talking now.
Please meet Jayme at Tales from the Coop Keeper, homemakin' farmgirl extraordinare
(she asks you to please ignore the rosemary up her nose)
She does Giveaways:
She drinks this with plants:
And with her cat:
She and her hubby have renovated a 140 year old farmhouse:
For example, Porch before:
She has one of these!!!
Lovingly called "The Squirrel" (see the squirrel?)
She embraces her inner vintage homemaker and plays dressup:
Pin curls and vintage earrings....swoon!
And she kills things then sings about it:
I mean, what's not to love here? Is she livin' the life or what?
And if you can believe this, she also homeschools her 13 year old nephew Aaron. Say hi to Aaron!
(this dude COOKS!):
And you MUST read THIS post about puberty. That's all I'm gonna say about that.
Ok, now on to the main reason for my post today. Jayme also has a brood. Like me, except hers have beaks and feathers. And some serious personality. I thought perhaps it would be fun to introduce them to you as well. I interviewed each of them for this post because they have some very wise things to share with my readers. I've included links to where you can read more about each of them because I KNOW you will want to become better acquainted. Shall we begin? Yes, let's.
flappies wattles. I asked her about how she was coping since the attack.
Me: How has your disability helped you to realize your dreams as an impressionist artist? In what ways do you foster your self-esteem now that you have been physically challenged?
Stubs: You know Cindy, living with a disability is difficult. There are so many things I can't do. I can't scratch. I can't roost. If I'm not careful, I get depressed. Surprisingly, I'm the top bird around here. I have to be...if I showed the least bit of weakness, I'd be hen pecked. The Coop Keeper encourages me though. She's always encouraging me to do the things that I can do, like paint. She always tells me that my eggs are her favorites. They are a beautiful color, I must admit. I get horribly itchy at times, and I can't scratch myself. It's maddening. I take my mind off of it by searching for worms. I do have a gallery showing planned for the Spring of 2010...don't miss it!
Here she is at work:
Next up we have Helen:
Helen also survived a coon attack, having had her head almost swallowed. The experience has had a profound effect on her. She's much more humble, has taken to contemplation and even began a ministry. Her companion Fifi was nervously sitting nearby and kept interrupting.
Me: After your harrowing near-death experience with the coon, how has your perspective on life changed? Do you believe it's vain to fluff your feathers now as the more carnal of us do? Does it bother you to always be last? Does Fifi get on your nerves? Is she too shallow perhaps?
Helen: Cindy, first of all, thank for taking the time to talk to me. No one usually bothers. Since the great coon attack of June 2009, life has changed drastically. For me, life was all about bugs, dust baths and who could get to the water cooler the fastest. I'm much more retrospective now. I don't run around as much. I still do preen. Cleanliness is next to Godliness you know. Fifi is a thorn in my flesh. I'll say no more. It doesn't bother me to be last anymore. Sometimes I feel a little useless around here, I don't lay, and I'm blind in one eye. The Coop Keeper loves me though. Did you know she carried me in her jacket for two days? She slept with me, carried me all over the yard and force fed me fresh strawberries and yogurt? I'd be dead without her. That's love.
Let's quickly move on to Miss Fifi LeFew before she lights up again:
Fifi: Oh Dahlink, there are no better eggs than my lovely blue green eggs. I sink zat Stubs eggs are the best to be zeen with mine. Ze Stubbs lays a lovely golden brown egg. Makes mine look even lovlia...Ze CoopKeeper, she is so afraid that my smoking will reduce the beauty or the frequency of my eggs, but she ez so wrong. You see, as a lovely french bird, I smoke. Eez no problem. Zee other chickens, zey sink I'm, how you say 'neurotic'...zay don't know...zay should live through zee coon attack...zay would understand zen. Zee attack, still so fresh in my mind, zee skwauking, zee running. Zee smoking, it calms me.
Okie dokie. Moving right along. Next are the uber-crafty gals.
Chicks after our own hearts here in the blogsphere.
and her loyal stitching buddy Mother Plumtree with a sample of her work:
Both these gals are rather soft-spoken and genteeeel, both lost their way to the porch where I was waiting for them, sipping ice tea in a rocking chair. I tried to ask them about their hobbies, you know
....to draw them out a bit. Didn't take long.
Me: Have either of you considered stitching up some road signs to help you get around the coop and yard? Do you quietly gossip about the other girls when you're crafting??? Do tell.
Mrs. P and Mother P: Pray tell, what have you heard about us? Landsakes we wouldn't be talking about our friends like that. Well, maybe Fifi...and I do remember talking about Helen once or twice....like why she won't get a backbone and fight for her rights to the scratch grain....but that is it, I think.... We have stitched arrow signs, towels, and other fineries and strategically placed them around the yard, but that darn Coop Keeper finds them, and gets excited and either hangs them in the coop, or gives them away on some blog she does. We've given up. We just watch Helen nonchalantly and follow her....
Next in was Scooter. Take a wild guess why:
Scooter was brought in to be the BFF to a fellow chick (who has most unfortunately and prematurely passed on to that glorious coop in the sky---RIP Sugar Pie). She's a pretty young thing, and given to that teenage chatter that fills my own house so often.
Me: What is it like to feel so needed, and what will be the 'got to' color for winter scarves this year? Will you be modeling for Antropologie in the near future?
Scooter: Hi Cindy! Actually, I just signed a two year contract with Abercrombie. The 'got to' color for this winter I believe will be teal. It's bright, clean and really stands out against my rust feathers. The Coop Keeper is busy designing a new line called 'Poultry in Motion". Cindy, I gotta tell ya, it feels pretty good to be so needed around here. The Coop Keeper and I are like 'this' (gestures with her claw). I have to be extra careful around here when I'm out free ranging. My friend Sugar Pie was lifted right out of her dust bath. Hawk. I can't talk about it. It was horrific. I think the Coop Keeper would lose it if she lost me. I see her out in the yard all the time, looking for me. She gets a hold of me and covers me in kisses...I can't say it's my favorite thing...but it's better than the frying pan.
Here she is showing us how scarves should be worn this winter:
Lastly, let me introduce you to Scarlett (and her friend Aunt Pittypat whom I've not had opportunity to interview as of yet. I'm told they were discussing Project Runway before being interrupted by the Coop Keeper's camera here.) Notice the glorious always-in-fashion-and-the-envy-of-all-women red feathers. Redheads are always stunning, no?
Me: What does your morning beauty routine entail?
Scarlett: Morning routine Cindy? It's a daily ritual, as in it takes all day. You don't look this good without work honey. First things first Cindy, you need a good nights roost. I go up early to get the best spot. First thing in the morning, I re-hydrate by drinking alot of water. I also go heavy on the scratch grain, for a glossy sheen to my glorious feathers. Sure the scratch grain puts a little junk in my trunk, but what's wrong with that? I preen a few hours a day, take a good long dust bath, and start the process all over again.
I'm told there are two more black chickens, but we are waiting for them to identify themselves as hens or roosters.
Yes, life is exciting for the Coop Keeper.
Now see, aren't you glad I brought Jayme and her crew to your attention?
Go visit her as soon as you can, but please don't ask to borrow a tree.
I will leave you all with some links to some of my favorite posts from Jayme's place:
Girl! You sure made me look good. Thank you! I was laughing so hard at this post....you did a great job.
I sure hope I can live up to this post.......:-)
Thanks again Cindy, and no matter who comes over to my blog from this, I'll remember that you are my first best friend.
It's all I got!
I think Stubs should have an Etsy store.
I'm off to visit more wit and spunk. I like it too!
(sorry, typo first time, Zee Wierd Chick (chicken, not you) has thrown me off my game here)
Oh Boy, I have to go meet Jayme and see all the mad chicks she lives with.
I know! Isn't that Jayme just awesome? Love that girl.
Thank you for sharing her with us! I think she is awesome! And you are pretty awesome too!
I love, love, love your blog, and your humor! I know I will smile everytime I visit you. Thanks for the shout out in your sidebar!
Blessings to you, friend,
Thanks for the introduction. There are so many cool people in Blogland. That camper is super neat.
Thanks also for stopping by my blog to say hello! To answer your question about the cost of the stair runner, we paid $404 a few years ago for everything (carpet, padding, bound edges, installation, disposal of old carpet). There were cheaper carpets available--I think ours was kind of mid-range as far as the prices through our vendor went. We have 13 stairs including two larger "pie shaped" ones that turn the corner. Hope this helps!
You've got a fun blog here!
Really enjoyed this blog about Jayme, she's as real in person as on the blog. I've known her along time and she's a precious gift to the world, thanks for painting the beautiful picture of her as she is.
Oh thank yooooU Cindy for introducing us to Jayme. I did not know her, and boy have I been missing out! She sure is living the life. Her farmhouse is a dream. Love, love, loved this post!!!!
I have to look at this blog! It looks so col!
LOL!! I am sitting here laughing at the picture of Jayme with her rifle! Totally hilarious! I'd do the same to protect those amazing farm friends!!!
What a wonderful post, Cindy! I am in total awe over Jayme's talent, her home and her keen wit. BTW, love the rosemary up the nose! I'd love the chance to meet the two of you someday!
Have a happy Thanksgiving!
Thank you, too, for putting my dining room on your sidebar. ***giggling with joy!***
Love it!!!! :)
Love Mother Plumtree!
That was hysterical.
Can you interview my hens?! (Seriously!)
Thanks for sharing, I really did need a good laugh. Love the "girls" when do they get their won blog?
Oh my gosh girl...I just re-read this as it was featured on the bottom of your comment thingy...I'm laughing my butt off! So fun. ; -)
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