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I'm wishing each one of you an "EGGCEPTIONAL" week. Many of my blogging friends are raising chickens...some for the first time.
I invite you to tag along...Please enjoy this Farm Fresh post.

We have dear friends that raise chickens.
They brought us these fresh eggs.
So many soft colors...
and
Such spectacular taste!



My sweet Mother and sister, Patti...
1940s
Yamhill County, Oregon

Ramona, California
I snapped this just a month ago
when we were in southern California.
Yes...There really are farms in Southern California.

The Willamette Valley
Summer of 2012
Salem, Oregon

Country Life at it's best!

Farm Living...
My grandparents had a farm in
Green Acres, Oregon.

I love vintage chickens!
Sweet Paula of "Sugar Sweet and Pink" blog gave me the white rooster.
I found the small salt and peppers thrifting.

My husband loves helping me with the dishes.
Can you see why?

Have a great week, my sweet friends.
Blessings,
Carolynn xoxo

"He will cover you with His feathers,
and under His wings you will find refuge;
His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart."
Psalm 91:4 This week I'm linking with my favorite blog parties. Come join me!
*Sunday: Sunny Simple Life
www.sunnysimplelife.blogspot.com
*Monday: The Dedicate House
www.thededicatedhouse.blogspot.com
The Little Red House
www.dearlittleredhouse.blogspot.com
Boogie Board Cottage
www.boogieboardcottage.blogspot.com
Etsy Cottage Style
www.etsycottagestyle.blogspot.com
*Tuesday: Lavender Garden Cottage
www.lavendergardencottage.blogspot.com
Rose Chintz Cottage
www.sandimyyellowdoor.blogspot.com
Friends Sharing Tea
www.bernideensteatimeblog.blogspot.com
A Stroll Thru Life
www.astrollthrulife.net
Cozy Little House
www.cozylittlehouse.com
Knick Of Time
www.knickoftimeinteriors.blogspot.com
Lavender Cottage Dreams
www.lavendergardencottage.blogspot.com
*Wednesday: Sue Loves Cherries
www.suelovescherries.blogspot.com
A Sheltering Tree
www.ourshelteringtree.blogspot.com
Whatever You Want Wednesday
www.freeprettythingsforyou.com
*Thursday: Have A Daily Cup of Mrs. Olson
www.jannolson.blogspot.com
Bernideen's Open House
www.bernideensteatime.blogspot.com
Little Homestead On The Hill
www.theselfsufficienthomeacre.com
*Friday: The Charm of Home
www.thecharmofhome.blogspot.com
My Turn For Us
www.myturnforus.com
Rooted In Thyme
www.rootedinthyme.blogspot.com
Homemaking Link Up Weekend
www.bloggingwhilewaiting.blogspot.com
Common Ground
www.debrasvintagedesigns.blogspot.com
Farmgirl Friday Blog Hop
www.deborahjeansdandelionhouse.blogspot.com
I Gotta Create
www.igottacreate.blogspot.com
Meet and Greet Blog Hop by Laurie
www.createdbylaurie.blogspot.com
*Saturday: Mockingbird Hill Cottage
www.mockingbirdhillcottage.com
Show-Licious Saturday's
www.sew-licious.blogspot.com

Welcome to the county where I was born...The area is a charming little farming community. It has an abundance of fresh fruits and vegetables...tiny farmhouses and quaint little quilt and antique shops sprinkled throughout.

When I was born my grandparents had a tiny ranch they called "Yamhill". They raised bright red chickens called Rhode Island Reds.

Welcome to my kitchen...I have brought a little bit of Yamhill County home with me.

RED Barns...and, one contented cow!

Here a Chick...There a Chick...Everywhere a Chick Chick!

And, of course, lots and lots of RED!

Summertime in the Willamette Valley is a time of abundance...A time to be thankful for all that God has blessed us with...

Thank you for popping in and visiting the place where I was born...and, now, the place I call home!

Have a blessed day, my dear friends,
Carolynn xoxo

"Enter His gates with thanksgiving and His courts with praise; give thanks to Him and praise His name." Psalm 100:4

The story of Beebles has a happy ending. Two Saturdays ago, along with her one remaining friend, Beebles was borne in quiet and completely incognizant triumph to her new home in Maine.

We loaded the two bewildered turkeys into the back of the truck for the nearly hour-long drive. The journey meandered through rural and small-town Maine, finally ending at a farm set deep into splendid pinewoods and over a foot of sparkling snow from the recent storm. Upon stepping out of the truck, we were greeted by a contingent of very plump pygmy goats (all of them pregnant, we later learned, except the rather belligerent-looking and aloof ram). We were also greeted by the farm's owner, a man called Stanley.

Stanley can best be summed up by calling him a certifiable character. Some time ago he had an accident involving falling on ice while walking one of his draft horses, leaving him brain-damaged and unable to work or drive. However, he was still well-capable of looking after his Noah-like menagerie. Small and spry, with a wealth of tangly beard, a scratchy voice, dirty coveralls over a plaid workshirt and a thermal undershirt, and a fantastic orange knitted cap, Stanley chain-smoked while he chattered to us about his animals. Well, rather chattered to Julie, as I was busy exploring the wonderful photographic possibilities of the farm.

Besides afore-mentioned goats, the farm's denizens included multiple chickens; a solitary duck; two very enormous Belgian draft horses and one black draft of indeterminable breed; two donkeys (one of which, Stanley proudly informed us, was 32 years old and looked as if it might die on the spot); one black cat; several rabbits in cages; and one very large and complacent sheep. Upon seeing the sheep, Julie gasped in disapproval; it was actually her sheep which she'd brought some time ago when she couldn't care for it any longer. It had grown enormously fat and she talked about it indignantly for days afterward.

The rehoming of Beebles went smoothly. Apart from the fact that Beebles' companion decided to assert her independence by escaping as she was transferred from the truck to her new pen. With little chance of capturing her again, the best to hope for was that she would continue to wander about the grounds of the farm and be induced to stay by the availability of food. Sighted turkeys are swift and strong.

Before we left, I went to see dear little Beebles for perhaps the last time. The contrast between her and her female friend was dramatic. Beebles remained in the little pen in one of the sheds where they had put her. The shock and uncertainty of the move and her new surroundings had left her even more still and tentative than usual. She sat in the middle of her straw peering at me uncertainly. When I came into the pen, she pushed herself up against the wall, the one slightly-sighted eye facing out. I held and stroked her, and she hardly protested. I took last pictures of Beebles and left her, secure in the knowledge that Stanley, who quite apparently loved his animals very much and cared for them to the best of his ability, would keep her well.

So the story has a happy ending. And the bit of me that feels compelled to protect the weak and defenceless is satisfied at a small, but definite victory.

I love to think of little Beebles, tucked away in her farm in Maine, surrounded by a jovial and widely-assorted collection of animal friends, and cared for by a benevolent farmer. I hope she lives a long and happy life.

Here are some photos from the farm:

The goats were extremely friendly—I'm not sure how much of that was due to their hope that we might be carrying food

The obese sheep

A lovely bit of rusted machinery sitting on the farm—they can go such wonderful colours

Stanley, the farmer

Stanley with his beloved goats

The star of the show, Beebles.

Stanley saying his goodbyes: "You come back again, now, and bring that little girl with you" (me)

For background, see: Beebles, Part 1

This morning I went outside early to do some chores, and I am glad I did. It was something renewing and refreshing to be outside in the clear still cold alive morning air. The crows were raucously calling all about in the distant fields. The pond lay muted and silent in its bed of weeds and grass, mysteriously going down into winter death. The horses stood quietly about the hillside in the back field, going about the business of grazing. The sun was a muted blaze through curtaining clouds.

I cleaned the horse stalls, then the chicken coop, as Mugsy the cat ran to and from and about me. I was his epicentre as he rushed off to investigate first one and then another of the fascinating morning smells and sights and sounds, then rushed back for some rapturous hugging and kissing, love shining out of his devoted eyes. He was my companion as I went to the manure pile to dump my wheelbarrow load, as I went to a new stall, as I went to the chicken coop. As I shoveled out chicken poop and shavings, the chickens sat on their roosts and watched and muttered fussy, half-alarmed, complaining remarks on what I was doing all the while.

In the horse barn, I cuddled Beebles the turkey, the half-formed, feeble one with one blind eye and another that can barely see, visibly underdeveloped compared to all the others. The biggest tom stalked about, tail fanned, feathers standing straight out all over like a bristly pinecone, his absurd and solemn face framed in his magnificence of feathers, watching me carefully. The whole earth lay still and silent. Winter is imminent.

It's Summertime at Chenille Cottage!

Make yourself at home...I hope you'll stay for a while.
My sister, Patti, made this lovely red, white and blue quilt for my birthday.
I just love it!

A Cuppa Spiced Tea...
One for You
And, One for Me!

Be a Lamb...and Stay For a While!
My Blue and Yellow Canisters were given to me as a gift in 1970.
I have always loved blueware of any kind.

"Summertime"
Red, White and Blue
Stars and Stripes
Bouquets of Daisies
Mouthwatering Watermelon
Beachcombing
Picnics
Fun!

My sweet husband brought this Gzhel Sugar Bowl back from a trip he took to Russia. He has a tradition of bringing something blue home to me when he travels overseas. I love this darling sugar bowl with it's lovely shape and rich blue hues.
The sweet little Dutch Girl was passed on to me by my Mother. It was given to her in the 1920s when she was a little girl. I have fond memories from my childhood of admiring it, but, never touching. It is a precious keepsake!

Milkglass from my friend & distant cousin, Laura
I love Chickens...
Any way, shape or form!

"This Little Piggy went to Market..."
I have had these little salt and pepper shakers for over 30 years.
Aren't they cute?!!

"Let your speech always be with grace, as though seasoned with salt,
so that you will know how you should respond to each person."
Colossians 4:6 NASB

Sometimes I fall so short of this challenging passage of scripture!

"Blue sounds like the mighty Pacific.Blue smells like a blueberry on a bush.Blue tastes like a blueberry on my tongue.Blue feels like a turquoise puffer fish in the ocean.Blue looks like a shimmering sea.Blue feels like a shard of beach glass.Blue sounds like a whale singing."J. Bowers

Sweet cream comes from Contented Cows!My kitchen isn't complete without a few happy bovines!
Thank you for stopping by for a visit, my dear friends!I hope you'll come back again, soon!
Blessings and Friendship,Carolynn xoxo
"Kind words can be shortand easy to speak,but their echoesare truly endless."
Mother Teresa
Happy Rednesday! I added this post to Sue's lovely blog. I hope you will pop in and spend some time!www.suelovescherries.blogspot.com

It's "SHARE YOUR CUP THURSDAY" at Jann's blog. I hope you'll stop in and visit her lovely blog!
www.jannolson.blogspot.com

I posted at "VERY MERRY VINTAGE STYLE"...I hope you'll pop in and visit this darling cottagey blog!
www.verymerryvintagestyle.blogspot.com