Chicken talk

Its been a busy week here at Lake Whynot.
After a few lunches it was time to do some serious throwing of pots.
I have been on the production train making bottles, small vases, sugar jars, mini crocks and mugs.
No pictures so you are welcome to use your imagination on how you would like these all to look and we will compare later.

It has been strange not to have a camera for the past few weeks and not to be documenting January like I did last year. The weather is so different than it has been for several winters. I have been looking back at snow and ice thinking what those last two winters were like. This one calls one to go outside and marvel at the warmth and sunshine. I would love to tell you I have been spending endless hours in the yard but I have not. Potting by day, sewing by night. I am still making bags and I am working on a new bag for Mamas. My daughter wanted a bag for baby wipes- been working that out with a few rejects that I needed to make first... Here is where clay and fabric part ways. Clay- rejects can be thrown back in the recycle, fabric, once cut and stitched......well I guess I could take it apart... wait- light bulb moment going on here- wait- I could , if not to lazy, take those two apart... hum mm never mind. There goes anything profound I was going to say about working with clay as opposed to working with fabric. Maybe I need that camera back soon... it might shed some light on things for me.

Meanwhile enjoy these chickens that live outside Raleigh. I make animals when the mood or extra clay hits me. These have all ended up with a customer who stops in now again to see if there are more. She bought the last one... I will just have to add something else to the list.
And kindly sent me this picture of the flock.

All I can think of is- Ain't nobody here but these chickens... Louis Jordan
One night farmer Brown,
Was takin' the air,
Locked up the barnyard
With the greatest of care
Down in the henhouse
Somethin' stirred
When he shouted "Who's there?"

This is what he heard:

There ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at all
So calm yourself,
And stop your fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
We chickens tryin' to sleep,
And you butt in
And hobble, hobble hobble hobble
With your chin

There ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at all
You're stompin' around
And shakin' the ground,
You're kickin' up an awful dust
We chicken's tryin' to sleep
And you butt in
And hobble, hobble hobble hobble
It's a sin

Tomorrow
Is a busy day
We got things to do
We got eggs to lay
We got ground to dig
And worms to scratch
It takes a lot of settin'
Gettin' chicks to hatch

There ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at all
So quiet yourself,
And stop your fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
Kindly point that gun,
The other way
And hobble, hobble hobble off and
Hit the hay

Tomorrow
Is a busy day
We got things to do
We got eggs to lay
We got ground to dig
And worms to scratch
It takes a lot of settin'
Gettin' chicks to hatch
There ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at all

So quiet yourself,
And stop your fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
Kindly point that gun,
The other way
And hobble, hobble hobble of and
Hit the hay

"Hey boss man
What do ya say?"

It's easy pickens,
Ain't nobody here but us chickens