Ummm, that did the trick, I think! A full listing of an event in Milton-Freewater,
Oregon for an Old Fashioned Fourth of July Celebration! Be sure to contact, my friend, Gerry Seagrave (listed at page bottom) for information if you would like to be a vendor at this event. A listing of vendors participating would be a nice addition for their efforts in setting up during these events. Perhaps, I shall give Gerry a call and ask.
Maybe I eat too many "sour grapes" but having participated in small craft fairs (generally combined with events) it is my view that vendors should be noted as a highlight of the event! As many of you understand, attending as a vendor is work, too! Setting up for many is labor intensive. The product preparation, pricing, tagging, equipment, PACKING. Then packing and unpacking, setting up suitable displays, being a salesperson (ugh), and then the packing, unpacking again---into vehicle--unpacking out of vehicle, etc.........maybe all for no profit other than we like to do it and the exposure helps sometimes.
Woe are we. Our lovely, well behaved "girls" became real chickens. Not as in, afraid, but down and dirty establishment of what is called the "pecking order." Now, as a "Chicken Mama," this is alarming! Having read articles that relate they can actually continue mean, despicable behavior until death results, we had to do something. Not being sure who the actual instigator was, but once they all ganged up on poor Daisy, the only logical solution was remove her ASAP. Don hustled to town for more wire, quickly crafted a cage, sized for a large dog. By the time he was finished poor Daisy was banished to their roost by the other five, not so lovely, wicked girls standing guard. By the time she was pulled from what she thought was her safe spot and placed in her private apartment, she was so thirsty that she drank, drank, and drank some more. After awhile she settled down and felt comfortable enough to eat and even lay her egg without being attacked and having more feathers removed! She, and perhaps her main attacker, both being bald now. No blood was shed. Relieved that did not happen, as apparently then they can become really vicious to a degree most of us do not comprehend.
Cannibalism! We saw enough already! Now....likely tonight, after a couple days of peace for all, aside from an occasional peck and squawk among the gang, at roosting time we will see if they will integrate as one happy flock. A little peck here and a little peck there. "Chicken Mama" is nervous about driving Ms. Daisy back into the danger zone! There is to be no chicken stew here! Is that pun intended?
2 comments:
Reading the list of jobs it takes to be a vendor reminded me of all the times I have done it. It brings back the exhaustion. May take a nap.
I knew that about chickens but it was all in the back of my mind since it's been so long since we had any. So glad we don't any more!
Debated about my speel on vendor duties, but with your comment, glad I did. The general public, nor often, organizers of events really don't understand. It's fairly easy to drive a show car onto a street, park it, put out your lawn chairs and let people admire, plus likely pay no fee, be thanked for coming and win a trophy perhaps! Listen to me, just can't shut up!
Yes, we are hashing over our next move, since I attach quickly to most animals! Tried the integration and it only took about a minute to see that was not going to work!!
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