"The cloud was hailing grasshoppers. The cloud was grasshoppers. . . . All over the ground was a crawling, hopping mass of grasshoppers. They were eating all the soft, short grass off the knoll. The tall prairie grasses swayed and bent and fell. . . . The hens were funny. The two hens and their gawky pullets were eating grasshoppers with all their might. . . . 'Well, we won't have to buy feed for the hens,' said Ma."
~ Laura Ingalls Wilder, On the Banks of Plum Creek
I don't know what it is about chickens and roosters this week, but I seem to be calling them to me. Every store I go into, there they are, beckoning me with their rustic charm and their steal-of-a-deal price tags. Pardon me for a minute as I "crow" about my thrifty finds . . .
I acquired this darling little finial-of-a-rooster at a local craft store for 5 dollars (80% off its original price). Woot, woot!
I also snagged this 14x14 framed print for under 10 dollars on a clearance shelf! It makes the perfect addition to my kitchen.
Finally, I was in a furniture store when I found this lovely pair of plaques on a quiet little shelf in the corner. And what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a clearance sticker! I took them home for only 3 dollars a piece.
I hung the plaques on the back porch. I think they are a delightful contrast against the grey and white of the house. Besides, they match the rocker and chair perfectly. Kismet, I tell you. Kismet.
The irony is, my husband has always wanted a flock of chickens to call his own.