My alignment in this post is all wacky. I can't get it to behave, so we'll be going back and forth from the middle to the left side apparently.
I much prefer chickens on quilts or on the grill to real ones. I think the real ones are pretty, and I love eggs, but they're scary to me!
You should probably know that I'm a suburban girl, born and raised. I love cats and dogs and other pets, but have a hard time understanding livestock of any kind. I'm mostly scared of all that I've met. I love meeting them and watching them, but that's about all the interaction that I'm really comfortable with. Well, except for my daughter's milk goat. Hazel was a real sweetheart and let me pet her and feed her. I think the feeding was a big help in the "liking me" department!
At this quilt show there were fancy chickens:
This is a pattern by Maggie Walker. After looking at her web site, I discovered she has a lot of chicken patterns, all of them beautiful. She must love chickens!
There were starry chickens:
My daughter kept chickens for awhile. When I visited her, she tried to get me to pet her chickens, but I declined. They didn't seem to like me too much. The roosters even tried to peck my toes (I was wearing sandals at the time). I had to carry a stick to keep them away from my toes!
There were silly chickens:
Chicken Buffet by Carolann Palmer
I did like feeding the chickens the food scraps every day. They seemed to like me better then, for some reason. But it was short-lived. Apparently, chickens have a short memory. Did you know that? It was a surprise to me.
There were dancing chickens:
Tra-La Tra-La Dancing Chickens by Leanna Olmsted
I had a run-in with a rooster at my father-in-law's place once. Everybody else was gone fishing or something, and I went out to look at the chickens who were in a big pen. One of the roosters had gotten entangled in one of the plastic things that 6-packs of soda come in. So, I decided to help the poor rooster get free. I went into the pen. That was when I learned that roosters don't really like help from humans. Especially ones that they don't know and that know nothing of the ways of roosters. I managed to get out of the pen in one piece without letting any of the chickens out, but it was touch and go for a few minutes. I really didn't care if that rooster lived or died by the time I got out of that pen! By the way, they peck really hard with their sharp beaks.
There were chickens in the cornfield:
Nine Ol' Hens by Donna Myers
I tried collecting eggs while at my daughter's. For some reason, she thought I should stick my hand into the nesting box while the chicken was in it. It was dark and I had a flashlight, but there was no way I was getting that familiar with an unknown chicken! She called me a chicken!
There were more starry chickens:
Classy Chix by Judy Irish
There were funky chickens:
This wild little chicken was on a quilt, and I didn't get the name of the quilt or the maker. I don't know if you can tell from the photo, but his/her feathers on the head and tail are just strips of fabric. The legs are 3-D as well.
There were frantic chickens:
I love the "fried egg" flowers on this one!
There were even more dancing chickens:
Dancing Chickens by Elaine Colvin
There were even some other birds there:
My daughter has also raised 6 turkeys. One the first year, and 5 the next year. The first year's turkey's sibling died early on (very common, I understand) and the remaining turkey poult (baby) became bonded to my daugher. Her name was Lady Zany Wobbledy-Gobbets. Zany was a very smart turkey, and had an impressive vocabulary. She followed my daughter everywhere on the property, knew enough to peck on the sliding glass door when she was hungry, and even bonded with a pregnant mare next door to avoid the chopping block on her first Thanksgiving! I never knew turkeys could have such a personality. Oh, and she didn't like me either. And she was really scary, because she was so big! (She weighed at least 35 pounds by her second summer.)
Which brings me to the other poultry quilt in this show: