I made a chicken

We bought one of those Woobles crochet kits at a dime store up in the beach town of Frankfort, Michigan last summer. It was meant for my daughter, if she had interest, but after months of it collecting dust, I finally decided to give it a whirl. I know how to knit but had never learned to crochet. My son sat with me in the beginning stages and provided some nice moral support. The instructional videos that came with the kit were indeed helpful. I would be curious to see how someone who had never done any similar crafting (like knitting or needlework) would find it. The process was indeed challenging, but to the degree of being just shy of me considering having to give up on it (the wings were the hardest part for me- I almost had a chicken who couldn’t fly… except, wait, they don’t really fly anyways, do they? It’s more of a mad flap/flutter to a low place from a higher place?). Last Thursday I created a little Artist Date and finished it at our kitchen table while listening to the music from Hadestown.

I wish I had added more stuffing than I did…but, then it occurred to me that perhaps this means my chicken isn’t factory-farmed, so, hooray!

This is my favorite REAL chicken, a sweet girl named Poppy from the The Gentle Barn in California. When we approached the gate to the animal enclosure on our tour last year, she was right there waiting for us. As soon as we entered, she stayed right at our feet, and we were told that all she wanted was to be picked up and held. We passed her from person to person as we toured the space. I would spend the money on airfare, car rental, and hotel to head back out to Santa Clarita just to hold her again- I am not kidding!