We bought and built a bookshelf on monday - flat packed juicy Ikea goodness - Flex remarked that it was 'just like lego - but bigger and more fun'! We also had to 'dispose of' a dumpy old wardobe in order to make space for the bookshelf and I think that was the highlight - it really was 'disposed of' with hammers, stones, karate chopping feet, and ended up a pile of splinters ready for the tip. The joy of sweaty hammer swinging!!
Flex has also been really interested in the sound things make and has been exploring this a great deal - his exploration often involving hammers!!
We have been talking about doing this for a long time.
One of the chicks born in the fist clutch hatched in spring (blog post "I love chicks!") has grown into a strapping black rooster and as we already have two roosters in our gang, it was time for him to meet his maker. He was born here on the freedom farm, we know he has lived a happy, carefree, well fed life full of joy and sunshine. Soooooo Flex caught him and Gav did the deed, quickly and ( I hope ) painlessly breaking his neck. Luckily for me I had to go to work, so the boys all plucked, dissected, studied, probed and blessed the bird all afternoon.
One of my alltime best friends B is here visiting from Spain, and he and his mate S cooked up a stunning chicken stew with preserved lemon, a wild weed salad and creamy mashed potatoes. It really was divine. So I could sleep well that night, knowing that the birth, life and death of this proud, shiny black/green young fellow had been honoured.
A really great experience...creation, destruction and the various ways they intertwine....