Why, Don’t You Look Like A Spring Chicken?

I spent a lot of time growing up just hanging around at my grandparent’s house. They lived on a farm at the end of a winding road in the hills of Pennsylvania. My grandfather was actually born on that farm. That farm has a name, Greenwald Farm, because it was walled in with green mountains. That love of play on words is hereditary, it would seem.

I learned many expressions from my crossword solving grandfather, usually through every day conversation. One day I was looking through my grandmother’s closet and trying on old dresses that she hadn’t worn in years. I came downstairs twirling in a green floral dress just as my grandfather was going upstairs. When he saw me he said, “Why, don’t YOU look like a spring chicken?” Coming from the man who spent his entire life on his farm, this was quite the compliment.

THIS is a spring chicken.

This past weekend, I had the pleasure of going to a chicken farm, right here in Jordan. It was a lovely spring day, and we couldn’t have spent it anywhere more beautiful than the farmlands of Zezeya. I hope you will enjoy some pictures of our day.

Aw, isn't it cuuuute?

I never held a chicken before!

Can I keep it?

Baby Chick

My mother in law dressed the part

A walk in the country

This is a chicken farm.

A few wildflowers can make the most mundane objects look artful.

A beautiful end to a beautiful day

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We couldn’t leave without bringing home a couple for pets.

We haven’t had chickens for pets yet.

Should be interesting.

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Our new pets, Nugget and Zinger

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I’d like to close today’s post with a little joke my grampa used to tell:

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What does a two ton baby chick say:

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Give up?

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Peep!

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