The First Heavenly Blue Morning Glory, and New Chicks


Every summer I wait and wonder if my favorite morning glory will appear.

There are many of the deep purple “Grandpa Ott’s” and the pink “Carolina Morning” variety, as well as lots of white and light blue ones with blue stripes that start to bloom very early in the season. They are lovely, but by this time of the year I am pulling them out because they start to take over.

There is only one that truly makes my heart beat fast, and that one starts to open at the end of summer.  It’s called “Heavenly Blue”, for a reason.

Oh! "Heavenly Blue"!
Oh! “Heavenly Blue”!

I saw the first one by the chicken run the other day and it made me feel so happy…that shade of blue, its unreal!  Even if I am stressed and in a hurry or having a time keeping up with things, or missing something or someone, I have no choice but to stop and stare at “that blue” and fall into the moment.

When it was time for our “Sally” hens to be “harvested” a few weeks ago, I decided that I would be able to do something that I was not able to do with the previous 3 flocks we’ve had,  and that is, to eat them.

I can’t do the actual killing, and I can’t even be around the killing of them, but really, since I am a meat-eater I should be all right with eating them, right?  Some of my friends find that thought horrifying!  I also have friends who cannot stand having the bones in the meat they eat because it reminds them that they are eating what was once a living animal.  But really that is what eating meat is!  We couldn’t have loved our hens any more than we did; we fed them homemade organic kefir and organic feed and scratch, and since they had to die one day, I believe they would want us to eat them!

I went back and forth as to whether or not we should get another batch of chicks, because I feel like we’re getting older, and I know that I might have to clean out their house once, plus maybe I don’t want to get attached to another batch of hens.  In the end, I found myself calling McMurray Hatchery to place another order of “Black Star” hens.

Here is how they looked on July 21st when they arrived by post.

Then they started to get bigger and a few days ago I took a video of them coming out of their house.  I decided to name them “Shanti” instead of “Sally” (my mom’s name) since I think it is good to say the word “peace” as often as possible these days.

For the next 2-3 years, these hens will be part of our lives, and I’m OK with that idea.  Plus, I cannot wait until they start laying eggs because once you have had fresh eggs, it is not easy to eat any others.  Om Shanti!

About Sadhvi

Sadhvi's trying to find the balance in life over 50 without having any surgery, taking any pills, or killing anyone. She doesn't want to look or feel the way she felt when she was 20 or 30. Trusting that everything is really OK unless you think about it helps her make it through each day. Also realizing that nothing can be done, and, that nothing matters really helps. Gardening (and weeding), poppies and flowers, painting on things, baking, and sharing on Oops50 helps to make it all right too.

14 thoughts on “The First Heavenly Blue Morning Glory, and New Chicks

  1. Boy I don’t know but that Sal from Pa sounds a lot like some one I know. If you aint laying you aint staying is what my grandma would say. hope those sunday diners keep on coming in. Wish I had the room for them.

  2. Sadhvi – I’d love to see your garden some day. Your posts on the goings on there are always fascinating. I share your struggle about being an omnivore, but have settled my heart with this thought: I believe the reason we say Grace before meals is to give thanks for all the hard work, sacrifices, and blessings that brought the food to our tables. Conscious participation in the circle of life seems to be your path. Namaste.

  3. Chickens – my way. When I grew up in Penna. we had a huge garden, rabbits and chickens. Our family of 7 children grew up on beans – every which way – pans of fried potatoes, homemade bread and jam from the berries we picked on the hill behind us. Now every Saturday my father would kill a chicken, Mother would clean it and then on Sunday after church we had the best meal of the week – roasted chicken. I never tasted beef, lamb, just chicken. We all grew up healthy & our parents lived a good long life. Also my mother made (from scratch) the most heavenly Devil food chocolate cake with those eggs. So Sadhvi you raised your chickens right – and the store does sell chickens from who knows where. By the way blue is my favorite color – love

  4. I live in an indigenous environment, where people harvest fish and game…isn’t eating meat a part of the circle of life? We will all be recycled compost one day! My neighbor has chickens, and I must confess, I have turned into an egg snob. She feeds her chickens table scraps; the eggs have orange orbs and are utterly delicious; nothing like store bought eggs (even the self-proclaimed “organic” ones).

  5. We had a neighbor in New Zealand who couldn’t eat her chickens but she’d eat other people’s!!!. She had a really BIG problem. She had maybe 130 chickens and perhaps 2/3rd’s of them where past laying prime. The local farmer’s called it ‘old age home for chooks’ (chooks is what they call chickens in NZ and Oz). She’d sell the eggs to pay for the monthly feed bill. Not a bad retirement plan if you can get it…

  6. Hi Sadhvi:

    Oh how I love a morning glory flower. I’m from the islands and these bloom quite a bit there.

    Happy to have come across your blog as I can relate about the 50plus life!

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