<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204676711233851984</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:06:34.050-07:00</updated><category term='cancer'/><category term='tools'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='food'/><category term='carving'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='lego project'/><category term='bread'/><category term='family'/><category term='pets'/><category term='mushrooms'/><category term='nature'/><category term='chicken'/><category term='feast'/><category term='photos'/><category term='studio'/><category term='Stampeaz'/><category term='critters'/><title type='text'>Webfoot Weblog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Webfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325420146709784342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204676711233851984.post-6979864891332620694</id><published>2010-08-09T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T09:34:18.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stampeaz'/><title type='text'>Racing Around....</title><content type='html'>Two things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I'm going to be off to an unofficial class reunion that will include all four years I attended Interlochen Arts Academy, plus a couple years on either side.  A number of the folks I knew as a student will be there and I haven't seen them in... well... ages!  So, it should be an interesting experience.  I couldn't attend the first one that was held last year, but they even jammed together and took over a local eating establishment as entertainment one of the nights.  Very cool.  So, that means Stampeaz will be closed for a few days, since there is no way I will ask the kind soul who is house sitting and taking care of my critters for me to try and figure out my order system!  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/TGAsXIh_fMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YU1C2n8wlgI/s1600/webfoot_race_for_cure_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/TGAsXIh_fMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YU1C2n8wlgI/s400/webfoot_race_for_cure_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503447520585415874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second, I am going to be participating in the inaugural Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure in my area on September 19th.   A friend and colleague at my day job is currently undergoing chemotherapy and recovering from a mastectomy and I wanted to put together a team to race for her life.   I will also be celebrating my own 9th year cancer-free on October 4th, so I'm racing in gratitude for the gift of life I have been given and to find a cure so that others can have that same gift.  If you would like to donate to my efforts, &lt;a href="http://midmissouri.info-komen.org/site/TR/RacefortheCure/COU_Mid-MissouriAffiliate?px=7570668&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=1691&amp;amp;refresh=1" target="new"&gt;click here to get to my donation page&lt;/a&gt;.  Thank you for considering a donation to fight breast cancer!  This is the first time I have been on the fund-raising end of one of these events.  I usually give to the other racers!   I'm looking forward to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get back from Interlochen, I plan to pounce on the PZ Kut problem with renewed energy and give you an update about where that stands shortly thereafter.  I keep thinking that things will settle down.  I guess I need to simply accept that my life is mildly nuts.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204676711233851984-6979864891332620694?l=stampeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6979864891332620694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204676711233851984&amp;postID=6979864891332620694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/6979864891332620694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/6979864891332620694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/2010/08/racing-around.html' title='Racing Around....'/><author><name>Webfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325420146709784342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/TGAsXIh_fMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YU1C2n8wlgI/s72-c/webfoot_race_for_cure_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204676711233851984.post-4773322018378491047</id><published>2010-02-18T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:49:48.252-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tools'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stampeaz'/><title type='text'>Kirbert's Tool Modifications....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/S34gaoPK-CI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NmAk_GLAGH8/s1600-h/blog_tools.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/S34gaoPK-CI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NmAk_GLAGH8/s400/blog_tools.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439821041759877154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, I admit that I'm not a professional photographer - not even close, but I was trying to see if I could get a good photo that would show the differences between Kirbert's two very cool modifications of the Staedtler #1 V gouge in comparison to the original.  So, here's my attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blade on the bottom is the standard #1 gouge from the factory.  Notice how the front edge comes straight down to the cutting edge that is at the bottom of the V shape?   Now, look at the middle tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The middle one is Kirbert's Reversed modification.  He has taken that straight front edge and sloped it back from the cutting tip so that you can see exactly where you are cutting as you move the tool through your carving material.  I find that this makes it easy to get really close to the lines I am trying to carve.  The other great thing is that he has honed the edges, so that it cuts beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now for the top one.  This is Kirbert's Miniaturized modification.  He has ground down the whole blade so that the V is now shallower and then sharpened the cutting edge.  I love this particular modification.  It makes shallow, controlled cuts easy and the carving nerdles (you know, the shavings that you are cutting from the block?) seem to fall away from the carving tip more readily so that they don't block my view of - well - anything.  The tiny tip makes tight curves a treat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are both fantastic improvements on an already marvelous tool.  Other carvers who have had him modify their blades can chime in about how they would describe the qualities Kirbert has so masterfully given them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the extra good news?  Kirbert got in touch with me, since so many people had been sending him tools to reshape, and offered to rework the tools for &lt;a href="http://www.stampeaz.com/"&gt;Stampeaz&lt;/a&gt; for a very reasonable fee plus postage both ways.   I'm very excited about this, especially since he can take some of the not so excellent blades that slipped through the factory's quality control system and turn them into something superb.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204676711233851984-4773322018378491047?l=stampeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4773322018378491047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204676711233851984&amp;postID=4773322018378491047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/4773322018378491047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/4773322018378491047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/kirberts-tool-modifications.html' title='Kirbert&apos;s Tool Modifications....'/><author><name>Webfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325420146709784342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/S34gaoPK-CI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NmAk_GLAGH8/s72-c/blog_tools.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204676711233851984.post-8978357006437762176</id><published>2009-08-16T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:16:14.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Still Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I spent a good part of the day trying to reclaim part of my house! It has been thoroughly trashed by the construction process -- everything both upstairs and down has been coated with several kinds of dust. I vacuumed all the floors and wiped down the furniture I could reach (there's still a lot of stuff from the basement in piles upstairs, so I can't get to a lot of it).   The dining room area windows were done, so that corner could be set up for use again.  What a relief!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SoipoXItO0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/usOloLed9Tw/s1600-h/sunday_still_life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SoipoXItO0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/usOloLed9Tw/s400/sunday_still_life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370729066509712194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I got it finished, I took a break to practice fiddle for the first time in a long time and while I was playing, a nice woman from church drove up with a beautiful bouquet.  She told me that, since I had a birthday this past week, I was chosen to receive some of the altar flowers!  What a nice treat!   When I put the fiddle down and placed the flowers on the table, it looked so much like a perfect still life that I thought I should take a picture and share it!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204676711233851984-8978357006437762176?l=stampeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8978357006437762176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204676711233851984&amp;postID=8978357006437762176' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/8978357006437762176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/8978357006437762176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-still-life.html' title='Sunday Still Life...'/><author><name>Webfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325420146709784342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SoipoXItO0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/usOloLed9Tw/s72-c/sunday_still_life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204676711233851984.post-3347558640418452633</id><published>2009-08-11T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:42:26.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stampeaz'/><title type='text'>Turning over rocks....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;While I'm turning over rocks to try and find a solution for the PZ Kut production problem, I thought I would entertain you about some other rolling stones...  The chicken loves it when someone turns over a rock for her so that she can look for tasty morsels that might be hidden underneath.   She makes the funniest happy little chirping noises while waiting for rocks to be moved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SoIbk1q0m7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/NEMNovcctco/s1600-h/rocks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SoIbk1q0m7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/NEMNovcctco/s400/rocks2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368884025474980786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Once the rock has been lifted, she gets right in there and looks for bugs and worms to eat, moving really fast so they don't get away.   She doesn't miss much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SoIbZVHxWII/AAAAAAAAAJg/IlCpqNN0cak/s1600-h/rocks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SoIbZVHxWII/AAAAAAAAAJg/IlCpqNN0cak/s400/rocks1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368883827759470722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When she's found everything tasty there is to find (she doesn't like ants), she waits for the process to be repeated, chirruping and talking the whole time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204676711233851984-3347558640418452633?l=stampeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3347558640418452633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204676711233851984&amp;postID=3347558640418452633' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/3347558640418452633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/3347558640418452633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/turning-over-rocks.html' title='Turning over rocks....'/><author><name>Webfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325420146709784342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SoIbk1q0m7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/NEMNovcctco/s72-c/rocks2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204676711233851984.post-7255092256585849866</id><published>2009-08-07T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:47:59.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='critters'/><title type='text'>By Popular Request...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I bring you part one of the long awaited Chicken Update!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SnzwcoMqXoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ViKillpwDAo/s1600-h/lap_chick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 341px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SnzwcoMqXoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ViKillpwDAo/s400/lap_chick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367429230536318594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First, anyone who has ordered from me this month will recognize this face from the invoice stamp I'm currently using.  I was really pleased with how the carving of this portrait came out.  As you can tell from the chair rail in the background, she was being a very contented lap chicken -- she really loves to roost in a friendly lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Of course, she also tries to do her part in contributing her bit to the household.  Here she is hard at work:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/Snzxf-X0qYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OPnf3IBRFwM/s1600-h/before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/Snzxf-X0qYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OPnf3IBRFwM/s400/before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367430387539945858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cheeken has a lovely little roost out in a big outdoor cage, but she won't lay eggs out there.  She prefers hiding in the dark under the desk in the dining room.  I think she also likes to hear people milling around in the building, even though she likes her privacy curtain.   She makes some pretty strange noises when she's trying to lay an egg.  I wonder if it is uncomfortable, or if she's just giving herself a pep talk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SnzxksMp-dI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tClhQnnNRbw/s1600-h/after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SnzxksMp-dI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tClhQnnNRbw/s400/after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367430468560615890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And isn't that something to be proud of?  Don't you think she earned her tomatoes and pears (both particular favorites with her)?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I understand that she's slowing down on the eggs as she gets ready to molt again.  Poor, scruffy chicken....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204676711233851984-7255092256585849866?l=stampeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7255092256585849866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204676711233851984&amp;postID=7255092256585849866' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/7255092256585849866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/7255092256585849866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/by-popular-request.html' title='By Popular Request...'/><author><name>Webfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325420146709784342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SnzwcoMqXoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ViKillpwDAo/s72-c/lap_chick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204676711233851984.post-777953492625207552</id><published>2009-07-29T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:40:52.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston, we have a problem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There's currently a manufacturing problem at the PZ Kut works.  I don't know when it will be resolved.  What this means is that there will be no White PZ Kut until the difficulty is fixed.  I'm trying not to panic, but my deep breathing looks a little like hyperventilation from time to time.  This isn't aided by the fact that the basement area where Stampeaz lives is currently without walls, ceiling or lights -- timing is everything, right?  (insert rueful chuckle)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I suppose that the good news is that since I don't have any PZ Kut to prepare, I can use that time to get my inventory fixed and write a chicken update.  I think I'd rather have White PZ Kut than a silver lining right now, though....  (sigh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204676711233851984-777953492625207552?l=stampeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/777953492625207552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204676711233851984&amp;postID=777953492625207552' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/777953492625207552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/777953492625207552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/houston-we-have-problem.html' title='Houston, we have a problem...'/><author><name>Webfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325420146709784342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204676711233851984.post-3817235488500596671</id><published>2009-05-03T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:08:07.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mushrooms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stampeaz'/><title type='text'>It's That Time of Year Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/Sf4fxL0-Y5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/tpLx0RIFoss/s1600-h/morels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/Sf4fxL0-Y5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/tpLx0RIFoss/s400/morels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331733938702279570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am about to head out on another grand mushroom hunting adventure with my family, as I do every year around this time (the first reports of mushrooms in our hunting grounds are starting to come in).  This means that I will be closing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://stampeaz.com/"&gt;Stampeaz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; for a couple weeks while I am gone.  Orders received after 7:00pm Friday May 8th will not be processed until I return from vacation, which will be sometime the week of May 18th.  I know it's inconvenient and I apologize in advance for that, but since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://stampeaz.com/"&gt;Stampeaz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; is a small, one person operation, it's the only way I get to take a break from the daily routine.  I will get orders out the door just as fast as I can, once I return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've also gotten my stash of clues ready, so I hope to do a little box hunting while I'm away, too.  There are a couple pretty close to the cabins, so I should be able to take a side trip or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And, of course, I'll be seeing quite a bit of the chicken, so expect a good update when I get caught up with everything!!  In the meantime, I will say that I have heard a good story to tide us all over.  Recently, while she was out scratching around in the yard looking for tasty bugs and seeds and things, she fluffed up her feathers and chased a pair of wild turkey hens out of her territory.  That's one feisty little chicken -- she must have been quite a sight!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204676711233851984-3817235488500596671?l=stampeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3817235488500596671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204676711233851984&amp;postID=3817235488500596671' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/3817235488500596671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/3817235488500596671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s That Time of Year Again!'/><author><name>Webfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325420146709784342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/Sf4fxL0-Y5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/tpLx0RIFoss/s72-c/morels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204676711233851984.post-119667241336203567</id><published>2009-03-17T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:26:42.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stampeaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Visits and Gifts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so excited!!  My sister is visiting (also helping me get more organized and catch up at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://stampeaz.com/" target="_new"&gt;stampeaz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;)!  We took inventory today and the numbers in the online store now actually match what I have in stock.  Inventory is much easier to take with two people than it is to do alone, so I really appreciated the help!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the way south, she and her husband stopped by to visit my brother and sister-in-law (and Cheeken and Kizzie) and they were given a gift from Cheeken to bring along with them!!   Cheeken has been laying an egg nearly every single day and they are very cute -- little, brown eggs with dark brown freckles on them!!   There were a couple new daffodil blooms in the front yard, so I put the eggs into a basket and took a picture with them -- it seemed a fitting image for the changing seasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/ScBhlc9Z_8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/X_iv0IrH9_8/s1600-h/eggs_daffies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/ScBhlc9Z_8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/X_iv0IrH9_8/s400/eggs_daffies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314354856353988546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got a note from my sister-in-law the other day -- Cheeken took her first bath since the warmer weather began to arrive.   She likes dust baths, as you might remember from last May.  Well, there isn't a lot of dust at this time of year, so she ended up taking a mud bath, instead.  I'm given to understand that the feathers caked with heavy, black mud did not do positive things for the freshly cleaned house (nor did they do much for her freshly cleaned and newly bedded cage).  Good thing she's such a charming chicken, huh??  Also, her new favorite food is canned pears - she seems to get intense cravings for specific foods when she's in egg production mode!  One day she demands tomatoes and the next it's canned pears.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204676711233851984-119667241336203567?l=stampeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/119667241336203567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204676711233851984&amp;postID=119667241336203567' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/119667241336203567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/119667241336203567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/2009/03/visits-and-gifts.html' title='Visits and Gifts...'/><author><name>Webfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325420146709784342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/ScBhlc9Z_8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/X_iv0IrH9_8/s72-c/eggs_daffies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204676711233851984.post-5718515493821417243</id><published>2009-02-26T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:00:21.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='critters'/><title type='text'>An Overdue Chicken Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is one very lucky chicken!  She's had a full year of living the high life down on the river, contributing the occasional egg, keeping everyone company, and providing some laughter along the way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SabjAFVs8AI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PlHdNJNw3kQ/s1600-h/chicken1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SabjAFVs8AI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PlHdNJNw3kQ/s400/chicken1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307178801475416066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The chicken's usual domain is the downstairs area -- kitchen and dining areas (very washable carpet and wood floors that are easy to clean when necessary...).  She had never tried to navigate the stairs to the bedrooms and living room, but she had once found her way to the laundry room and pantry area behind the kitchen at the bottom of the stairs.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, recently she had a bit of a scare.  The people of the flock were upstairs when a shadow fell across the windows of her little safe haven and she got frightened enough (probably thinking the shadow portended &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;death from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;), to decide she wanted to be with the rest of her flock in the worst possible way!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SabjLjk64AI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Osrtn-d9VZ8/s1600-h/chicken3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SabjLjk64AI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Osrtn-d9VZ8/s400/chicken3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307178998570868738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait -- I have to pause in the story...  Don't you just love the side-by-side anticipation in that picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SabjGPL_yrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4Urutl6sPkE/s1600-h/chicken2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SabjGPL_yrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4Urutl6sPkE/s400/chicken2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307178907198278322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have to say I think the little spaniel is better at sharing than the chicken, but they have worked out a pecking order of sorts (the chicken pecks the dog, if she wants the pup out of the way).    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, on with the story...  The chicken actually flew up the stairs and into the living room, squawking and carrying on the whole way.  When she got there, she dove behind the furniture and refused to come out! After quite a few attempts, my brother finally coaxed her out of hiding and carried her back downstairs, soothing her the whole way as she continued to make noises of distress.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SabjQ8m5HMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-UhIjwUYwRc/s1600-h/chicken4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SabjQ8m5HMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-UhIjwUYwRc/s400/chicken4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307179091189374146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She's not really in jail after her escapades -- it's just her little coop for the night.    The dog probably appreciates the break and ability to have the snacks all to herself, though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Graytreefrog for the recent photos to post with the story.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204676711233851984-5718515493821417243?l=stampeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5718515493821417243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204676711233851984&amp;postID=5718515493821417243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/5718515493821417243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/5718515493821417243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/overdue-chicken-update.html' title='An Overdue Chicken Update...'/><author><name>Webfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325420146709784342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SabjAFVs8AI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PlHdNJNw3kQ/s72-c/chicken1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204676711233851984.post-6551021368518930854</id><published>2009-02-08T10:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:25:17.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stampeaz'/><title type='text'>Celebrating!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's boggling my mind!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.stampeaz.com/" target="_new"&gt;Stampeaz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; reopened its doors three years ago today. What a wonderful journey it has been. Thank you all for making it so much fun for me -- I have had the opportunity to meet some of the nicest people on the planet, both online and in person. What could be better??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SY8hwS7UKRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/txA5nOvZyyM/s1600-h/stampeaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SY8hwS7UKRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/txA5nOvZyyM/s400/stampeaz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300492400036423954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of course, I am celebrating today -- if you need to order anything, it might be a good day to do it....   The usually random Stampeaz Surprize will be on all of today's invoices.  :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy anniversary to all of us!!  I think I need to break out the hot cocoa!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204676711233851984-6551021368518930854?l=stampeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6551021368518930854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204676711233851984&amp;postID=6551021368518930854' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/6551021368518930854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/6551021368518930854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/celebrating.html' title='Celebrating!!'/><author><name>Webfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325420146709784342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SY8hwS7UKRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/txA5nOvZyyM/s72-c/stampeaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204676711233851984.post-2108184998247146632</id><published>2008-07-11T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:08:07.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>This one's for Judy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Judy is the adventurous soul that sent my sister the information about artisan bread and the Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day cookbook.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My sister sent the information to me, hoping I would figure it all out and show her the technique.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing easier – really!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, my sister, sister-in-law and I had a great time playing with bread (and all of us enjoyed eating it) and we almost always got a photo before the bread of the day was consumed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Almost…&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;So, this one is for Judy, to give her some idea of what she started.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have shared this technique (and copies of the book) with the above mentioned sister and sister-in-law, along with two good friends who are off and baking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have told co-workers about the technique and seen them hop on the bread wagon, too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s just too much fun not to share!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SHfQZY31OuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/aZQDEiNu2QY/s1600-h/pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SHfQZY31OuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/aZQDEiNu2QY/s400/pizza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221871427551312610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Roasted red pepper pizza with mushrooms, herbs, and three kinds of cheese made with the basic dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SHfQZvkn6kI/AAAAAAAAAFU/VpIlyBkwO-Y/s1600-h/sticks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SHfQZvkn6kI/AAAAAAAAAFU/VpIlyBkwO-Y/s400/sticks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221871433644763714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Grissini (bread sticks) and peasant bread, made with a whole wheat enhanced version of the basic recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SHfQZw3djhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/brPNWFoZDgI/s1600-h/tapenade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SHfQZw3djhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/brPNWFoZDgI/s400/tapenade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221871433992211986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is the tapenade bread -- the photo is a bit blurry, but it was such a delicious bread I had to include it!!  One note of caution, though.  If you want any tapenade that goes into this dough  left over to spread on anything, make a double batch of it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SHfQaFqgwxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6K_LPpy4SJ8/s1600-h/tomato_parmesan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SHfQaFqgwxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6K_LPpy4SJ8/s400/tomato_parmesan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221871439575040786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sun-dried tomato and Parmesan bread, made with olive oil dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SHfQBoBPvnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/La3Bl-Z9Okg/s1600-h/challa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SHfQBoBPvnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/La3Bl-Z9Okg/s400/challa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221871019300470386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Classic challah with poppy seeds (foreground) and dried tart cherry and toasted almond bread (background) made with the challah dough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SHfQB_ujBsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-IR4vDv2vLo/s1600-h/fougasse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SHfQB_ujBsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-IR4vDv2vLo/s400/fougasse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221871025664493250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Roasted red pepper fougasse made with olive oil dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SHfQCMbMr6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/4XMMrV4CA9Q/s1600-h/olilve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SHfQCMbMr6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/4XMMrV4CA9Q/s400/olilve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221871029072998306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Calamata olive bread made with the basic dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SHfQCQH64KI/AAAAAAAAAE8/APFIVF9GQTE/s1600-h/pan_epi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SHfQCQH64KI/AAAAAAAAAE8/APFIVF9GQTE/s400/pan_epi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221871030065881250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pan d'epi served with grilled wild trout (caught by my brother) and grilled wild asparagus (gathered by my sister and brother-in-law).  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SHfQClcUzsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MruuOG9lE5A/s1600-h/pecan_rolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SHfQClcUzsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MruuOG9lE5A/s400/pecan_rolls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221871035788611266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pecan rolls made with challah dough are wonderful.  These have a light honey topping in lieu of the sugary topping in the book with cinnamon and sugar swirled inside.  It's a less sweet version of the  classic sticky bun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, see what you started, Judy?  Isn't it grand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204676711233851984-2108184998247146632?l=stampeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2108184998247146632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204676711233851984&amp;postID=2108184998247146632' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/2108184998247146632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/2108184998247146632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-ones-for-judy.html' title='This one&apos;s for Judy!'/><author><name>Webfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325420146709784342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SHfQZY31OuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/aZQDEiNu2QY/s72-c/pizza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204676711233851984.post-6225091277899460617</id><published>2008-07-03T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:31:27.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First, the Chicken Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SG0ba1rHIUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7xud5aiu1qo/s1600-h/doorstop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SG0ba1rHIUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7xud5aiu1qo/s400/doorstop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218857691090723138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’ve been back from vacation for a little while, but I am just now getting caught up with things and I’m finally ready to catch up with the blog!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since I have had so many requests for information about the world famous chicken, she’ll be first on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I got to meet her, this famous fowl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For a while there, she had been laying an egg nearly every day and ruling the roost (or at least the cocker spaniel) with aplomb.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, without any warning, she nearly died (again), when she caught some kind of nasty avian virus or other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My brother stayed up with her for two nights running, force feeding her water and trying to tempt her with tidbits of this and that to coax her back to health and making her get up and move around, even though she didn’t want to budge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He wasn’t about to lose her after nursing her through the whole frostbite episode!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently, she was acting like a boneless collection of feathers on the rug.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a few days of tender loving care, she started to look less limp and showed a little interest in eating on her own again.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SG0blYNLYpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Tf5k6b1kQ2s/s1600-h/got_food1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SG0blYNLYpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Tf5k6b1kQ2s/s400/got_food1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218857872159105682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;By the time I arrived, she was still being fussy about what she wanted to eat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chicken feed was always popular, but she liked tomatoes and fresh bread much better than cheerios, apples or fish, which had been favorites.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She would demand tomatoes and bread, even jumping to snatch pieces from unsuspecting hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SG0bSPvsE8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/dLJ4rd_0JWs/s1600-h/sociable1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SG0bSPvsE8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/dLJ4rd_0JWs/s400/sociable1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218857543470420930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally has a name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Evidently, when my sister-in-law and her younger brother were small, they referred to these feathered farmyard creatures as ‘Cheekens’, with long emphasis on the double ‘e’.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, in honor of childhood antics, she has been dubbed Cheeken.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She does exhibit a bit of cheeky behavior, so it’s not entirely out of character!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The poor cocker spaniel gets summarily pecked for straying into Cheeken’s food arena.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She may have been particularly ornery because she was still feeling a little under the weather.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;So, they stay on opposite sides of whoever is handing out the snacks at the moment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I am amazed by how much a chicken can eat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SG0a0bZfLJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9fb_AT3QJfg/s1600-h/hold_door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SG0a0bZfLJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9fb_AT3QJfg/s400/hold_door.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218857031202450578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cheeken is also very sociable, at least with humans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She follows people around and talks to them constantly.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;She asks to be let out or in and waits with varying degrees of patience for someone to open a door for her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She takes her decorative duties very seriously, taking frequent dust baths to keep her feathers shining, preening vigorously and finding particularly picturesque places to pose for general admiration.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In short, she is a very entertaining little chicken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SG0ahISsJZI/AAAAAAAAADs/D8Z0O2Fn7g8/s1600-h/dust_bath3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SG0ahISsJZI/AAAAAAAAADs/D8Z0O2Fn7g8/s400/dust_bath3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218856699656152466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SG0b7RCDxnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_-5zToyW_tc/s1600-h/sociable2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SG0b7RCDxnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_-5zToyW_tc/s400/sociable2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218858248190543474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just as I was getting ready to hop in the car and head home, Cheeken went to her little nest box to try and lay an egg.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By the time I made it back to Missouri, I heard that her first efforts since the great illness were shaped badly and had thin shells, but she’s doing fine now and is back to laying an egg nearly every day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SG0eZL2pMLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pr02rs_F1gk/s1600-h/laying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SG0eZL2pMLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pr02rs_F1gk/s400/laying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218860961219817650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204676711233851984-6225091277899460617?l=stampeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6225091277899460617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204676711233851984&amp;postID=6225091277899460617' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/6225091277899460617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/6225091277899460617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-chicken-update.html' title='First, the Chicken Update!'/><author><name>Webfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325420146709784342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SG0ba1rHIUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7xud5aiu1qo/s72-c/doorstop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204676711233851984.post-2511283768784503016</id><published>2008-05-12T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:08:09.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation time again!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This little gray squirrel was lying in a patch of sunshine on the porch railing yesterday.  She  just seemed like the perfect illustration for announcing my absence from the helm of Stampeaz for a little while.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is hard to believe it's mid-May already!!  &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SChycu1TkjI/AAAAAAAAADc/RTLHqkwfO8U/s1600-h/vacation_time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SChycu1TkjI/AAAAAAAAADc/RTLHqkwfO8U/s400/vacation_time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199531607732752946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am off to visit my family.  We'll be doing a lot of wandering around in the woods, hunting for morel mushrooms, wildflowers, turkeys, fawns and whatever other wonders may come our way.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Not only that, I get to meet the chicken!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can be sure that there will be pictures and more updates to the chicken story when I return!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I apologize for any inconvenience my temporary absence may cause to PZ Kut addicts – I’ll be back soon, I promise!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I also promise to get working on the things that are still wonky about the new Stampeaz Web site.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are still a few glitches in the code for displaying certain things and the color scheme is in need of some major adjustment.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the meantime, everything that really has to work, does work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Phew!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;See you after Memorial Day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204676711233851984-2511283768784503016?l=stampeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2511283768784503016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204676711233851984&amp;postID=2511283768784503016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/2511283768784503016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/2511283768784503016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/2008/05/vacation-time-again.html' title='Vacation time again!!'/><author><name>Webfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325420146709784342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SChycu1TkjI/AAAAAAAAADc/RTLHqkwfO8U/s72-c/vacation_time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204676711233851984.post-736224985898185778</id><published>2008-04-21T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:08:09.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technical Difficulties...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SA1naxv9acI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ow-qBrj0zpA/s1600-h/letterboxing2_dhammond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SA1naxv9acI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ow-qBrj0zpA/s400/letterboxing2_dhammond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191919655156804034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, that's me crying in frustration through the computer!  As you have probably noticed, Stampeaz has been suffering from technical difficulties.  The service provider that has been hosting the site has had a major meltdown and stampeaz.com has been down for days.  I can't get to my files to move them, so I have to rebuild them.  To top that off, apparently he has brought up the public part of the site so that people can order things, but I can't see what they've ordered!  I can't get to my Stampeaz e-mail and I have been unable to reach anyone on the support team.  So, I am in the process of rebuilding and moving the site to a shiny, new location and I hope that it will all be up and running again within a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for the inconvenience!  I know it's frustrating -- it certainly is for me (hence the cries wafting through the ethers)!  And I hope you will all bear with me as I get this sorted out.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Diana/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204676711233851984-736224985898185778?l=stampeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/736224985898185778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204676711233851984&amp;postID=736224985898185778' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/736224985898185778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/736224985898185778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/2008/04/technical-difficulties.html' title='Technical Difficulties...'/><author><name>Webfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325420146709784342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/SA1naxv9acI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ow-qBrj0zpA/s72-c/letterboxing2_dhammond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204676711233851984.post-6980120364716332741</id><published>2008-03-24T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:08:09.833-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Bread Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My sister sent me a challenge -- or maybe it was more of a request.   This is the same fabulous sister who helped me reorganize my whole studio, shop, and part of my home -- the organizational genius!  How could I possibly refuse her anything?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend had sent her the base recipe from a book called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; by Jeff Hertzberg and Zoe Francois and, since I'm the bread baker in the family, she wanted me to try it first and work out any kinks there might be in the recipe.  Then, when we get together the next time, I can show her how to do it.  She is particularly interested in trying to get a result like one of her favorite, very expensive, specialty bakery loaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R-fhD0NdrSI/AAAAAAAAADE/qThEwI_WYGA/s1600-h/bread_adventure1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R-fhD0NdrSI/AAAAAAAAADE/qThEwI_WYGA/s400/bread_adventure1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181357351984016674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my first attempt at Pan d’Epi, as it sits restin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;g, along with a standard boule.  I think my dough may be too wet, or perhaps it had not aged long enough (only about 26 hours), so the shapes didn't hold quite as well as I had hoped they would.  It was still a lot of fun.  Here's the final feast photo -- at least part of the feast.  There's a blueberry pie I just had to include in the photo, along with some lovely French wine and a large salad of mixed greens.  Yum! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R-fhWkNdrTI/AAAAAAAAADM/0Sl0ubcMr_A/s1600-h/bread_adventure2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R-fhWkNdrTI/AAAAAAAAADM/0Sl0ubcMr_A/s400/bread_adventure2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181357674106563890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The bread was a huge success!  As I said, the dough didn't hold the pretty shapes as well as I had hoped, but it was delicious and I do mean "was".  It's all gone.  So, I know this isn't the usual kind of blog material, but I  just had to post some pictures so that my sister and her friend could see how everything came out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll actually have some Stampeaz news to post very shortly.  I have cool new stuff.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204676711233851984-6980120364716332741?l=stampeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6980120364716332741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204676711233851984&amp;postID=6980120364716332741' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/6980120364716332741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/6980120364716332741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/2008/03/bread-adventures.html' title='Bread Adventures'/><author><name>Webfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325420146709784342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R-fhD0NdrSI/AAAAAAAAADE/qThEwI_WYGA/s72-c/bread_adventure1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204676711233851984.post-2541786549243312417</id><published>2008-03-12T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:08:10.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='critters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>The Chicken Story, Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I talked to my brother the other night.  He said there was a celebration in progress and you will soon see why.  :)  First, here's a nice picture of my sister-in-law hugging the very lucky chicken!  Isn't she pretty -- I mean the chicken -- my sister-in-law is pretty, too, but you can't see much of her in this photo!  The chicken is very social.  She doesn't mind being held and she talks quite a bit as she gently pecks at shoe laces, grommets and anything shiny that might be tasty.  I'm looking forward to meeting this character the next time I head north!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R9hENKRG-6I/AAAAAAAAACk/WHuSKZXijw0/s1600-h/chicken_hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R9hENKRG-6I/AAAAAAAAACk/WHuSKZXijw0/s320/chicken_hug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176962764547488674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, of course the great cause for celebration?  Well, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R9hE4KRG-7I/AAAAAAAAACs/n0ibkZUxkoQ/s1600-h/chicken_egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R9hE4KRG-7I/AAAAAAAAACs/n0ibkZUxkoQ/s320/chicken_egg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176963503281863602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A perfect, brown egg.  :)  I'm not sure who views this accomplishment with the greatest pride.  The chicken's new mom looked up information about chicken frostbite on the Internet and learned that, until the comb was completely healed, the chicken would not lay an egg.  Sure enough, the day before she produced this beauty,  the last little bit of black icky stuff fell off the chicken's comb.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My sister visited and took lots of pictures, so I should have more shots to share before long.   I can see carving inspiration coming my way!  Yipee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204676711233851984-2541786549243312417?l=stampeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2541786549243312417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204676711233851984&amp;postID=2541786549243312417' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/2541786549243312417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/2541786549243312417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/2008/03/chicken-story-part-3.html' title='The Chicken Story, Part 3'/><author><name>Webfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325420146709784342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R9hENKRG-6I/AAAAAAAAACk/WHuSKZXijw0/s72-c/chicken_hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204676711233851984.post-1996168196528300213</id><published>2008-03-03T13:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:41:39.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='critters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>The Chicken Story, Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, it does run in the family -- we all spoil the critters!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R8xvsW2KM2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/teIktRSUolY/s1600-h/chicken1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R8xvsW2KM2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/teIktRSUolY/s320/chicken1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173632879779525474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken is doing well.  She has become a regular part of the family.  Here she is, stretched out on her side and basking by the fire again with her feet extended toward the stove.  This time she is joined by Kizzie the family cocker spaniel.   They had a tense moment when Kizzie was trying to be the dominant dog, but the chicken pecked her on the nose and there hasn't been any trouble since!  Kizzie learned a new respect for that strange new member of the pack!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R8yAa-g-HyI/AAAAAAAAACE/CQpAjXqY4Gc/s1600-h/chicken2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R8yAa-g-HyI/AAAAAAAAACE/CQpAjXqY4Gc/s320/chicken2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173651272888098594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This chicken is seriously into basking -- here she is in a lovely patch of sunlight.  Do you think she has bad memories of being cold?  I do!   I also think that she's a perfect addition to the decor - she matches everything in the room so beautifully, and she looks like she knows it, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/ScBtTLcVeMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lijsG4QYkeI/s1600-h/chicken3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/ScBtTLcVeMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lijsG4QYkeI/s400/chicken3a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314367736553765058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kizzie and the chicken are both very fond of Cheerios.  My sister-in-law is extremely popular, since she controls the container.  However, the chicken has learned which cupboard has the Cheerios box in it and she will stand in front of the door and peck at it to make it clear that it's time for a handout!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R8yBf-g-H0I/AAAAAAAAACU/d9E2srH_3v8/s1600-h/chicken4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R8yBf-g-H0I/AAAAAAAAACU/d9E2srH_3v8/s320/chicken4a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173652458299072322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here's another shot of the very attentive pair, this time begging for "o"s from my brother.   The chicken is a little hard to see, because she blends in so well with the chair leg.  I just think this is so funny!  A chicken and a dog waiting for treats, side by side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The chicken is also very talkative -- the last time I talked with my sister-in-law on the telephone, the chicken was crooning, clucking and carrying on in the background.  She seemed to have a very nice little voice, but I understand that she can get quite demanding when she hears my brother get up first thing in the morning.  She has very acute hearing (unlike Kizzie, who is a bit on the deaf side), so she wakes immediately and insists on being let out of her kennel to snack and snooze by the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Have you noticed that the chicken doesn't have an official name yet?   They're afraid that if they name her it will be all over -- they'll never be able to give her away to another flock!  Of course, why would they want to do that anyway??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204676711233851984-1996168196528300213?l=stampeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1996168196528300213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204676711233851984&amp;postID=1996168196528300213' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/1996168196528300213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/1996168196528300213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/2008/03/chicken-story-part-2.html' title='The Chicken Story, Part 2'/><author><name>Webfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325420146709784342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R8xvsW2KM2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/teIktRSUolY/s72-c/chicken1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204676711233851984.post-3847868303923671891</id><published>2008-02-21T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:08:11.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chicken Story, Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R72ljS7yc1I/AAAAAAAAABs/dYK8TPNf2Gc/s1600-h/chickenire7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R72ljS7yc1I/AAAAAAAAABs/dYK8TPNf2Gc/s400/chickenire7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169469973087810386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A couple weeks ago, my brother saw an unidentified creature in a snowbank by the side of the road.  At first, he thought it might be an eagle or large hawk.  Then, he saw that it had some sort of crest on its head and wondered what on earth was stuck in that snowbank.  It turns out that what he found was a lost and half alive domestic chicken  It was many miles from the nearest farms, so who knows how it got there, but the weather was sub zero with a strong wind and the chicken was in a very bad way.  So he stopped his truck, picked the bird up and tucked it under his coat, got back in the truck and started for home. On the way, he called his wife and told her about the chicken and asked that she have a landing spot for it when he arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The poor, frozen bird had a comfy, towel-lined box all ready for it in  front of the wood stove where he thawed it out  and fed it a bunch of bird seeds - his wife took a pair of pliers and cracked some corn for it, too.  It ate hungrily and drank water, but its feet and comb were totally frozen and there was a lot of anxiety about whether the bird would survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After a few days, this lucky chicken had been given gifts of high quality chicken feed from the local elevator and antibiotics by an area veterinarian.  She had baths in Epsom salts, antibiotic laced water and seemed to be coming around a little bit.  She began to be able to stand on one of her severely frostbitten feet and then she managed to walk a bit.  She is staying in a paper lined dog crate and coming out to bask by the wood stove.  The first picture is of the chicken (which we're told is a Rhode Island Red) walking up to the stove and the second picture is of her laying down on her side, extending her feet to the fire to dry them off after a bath in Epsom salts.   They're not great photos, since my brother took them and sent them by cell phone, but they do tell the story -- and I love the one of her laying by the fire.  She's one lucky little chicken and it looks as if my brother and his wife have a new pet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R72luC7yc2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/-eY6v3Pud4E/s1600-h/chickeniilyingdownonsidrk9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R72luC7yc2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/-eY6v3Pud4E/s400/chickeniilyingdownonsidrk9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169470157771404130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204676711233851984-3847868303923671891?l=stampeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3847868303923671891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204676711233851984&amp;postID=3847868303923671891' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/3847868303923671891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/3847868303923671891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/2008/02/chicken-story-part-1.html' title='The Chicken Story, Part 1'/><author><name>Webfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325420146709784342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R72ljS7yc1I/AAAAAAAAABs/dYK8TPNf2Gc/s72-c/chickenire7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204676711233851984.post-7234024958822847596</id><published>2008-01-29T08:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:08:11.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carving'/><title type='text'>Into the woods...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R5-Dl5y7orI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0lLq_O04aU/s1600-h/deer1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R5-Dl5y7orI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0lLq_O04aU/s400/deer1b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160988385182720690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This past weekend was just beautiful!  I enjoyed several long walks, as well as doing a little bit of puttering around the yard.  I also had the opportunity to test out the zoom feature of my new little camera, with the cooperation of these curious deer.  It looked like a doe and her two adolescent fawns (babies from last May).  What fun!  I'm looking forward to trying to catch some of the birds in my area, as well as other fauna and flora.  I find that my imagination simply boggles when thinking of the possibilities for carving from nature!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204676711233851984-7234024958822847596?l=stampeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7234024958822847596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204676711233851984&amp;postID=7234024958822847596' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/7234024958822847596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/7234024958822847596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/2008/01/into-woods.html' title='Into the woods...'/><author><name>Webfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325420146709784342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R5-Dl5y7orI/AAAAAAAAABk/m0lLq_O04aU/s72-c/deer1b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204676711233851984.post-5303429655694438175</id><published>2008-01-25T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:08:11.945-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stampeaz'/><title type='text'>The Studio / Packing Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R5ozyZy7omI/AAAAAAAAABA/Vacx18rwd8I/s1600-h/packing_table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R5ozyZy7omI/AAAAAAAAABA/Vacx18rwd8I/s400/packing_table.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159493264117310050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You saw "The Lego Project" out in the garage in the previous blog installment.  This is the studio/packing room that my sister helped me reorganize and reclaim while she was here.  My day job schedule and the holiday hustle and bustle had caused a disaster area here and it not only got cleaned up, it got a complete make-over!  My sister is wonderful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved the packing table along with lots of supplies and the PZ Kut prep cart, went flea market shopping and found new storage systems (some with great folk art paintings on them!).&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We also moved a huge shelving unit that was a ratted mess and I had to go through everything and organize it (or throw it away!).  I now have a much more open and pleasant work area to stamp invoices, pack orders and even stamp into the occasional PLB!!  On the table, there are stamped invoices ready and waiting to be taken to the storage area and have me pull the items people want from inventory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of particular note, of course, is the AQ calendar on the wall in the upper right-hand corner of the photo.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204676711233851984-5303429655694438175?l=stampeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5303429655694438175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204676711233851984&amp;postID=5303429655694438175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/5303429655694438175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/5303429655694438175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/2008/01/studio-packing-room.html' title='The Studio / Packing Room'/><author><name>Webfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325420146709784342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R5ozyZy7omI/AAAAAAAAABA/Vacx18rwd8I/s72-c/packing_table.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204676711233851984.post-4335588389844748628</id><published>2008-01-09T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:08:12.135-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stampeaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lego project'/><title type='text'>The Lego Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R5ons5y7olI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gN-Em0KXQIs/s1600-h/lego_project.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R5ons5y7olI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gN-Em0KXQIs/s400/lego_project.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159479975488496210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did you think I had forgotten the blog?   Not a chance!  I just got swamped with work and holiday happenings. Now, I'm back and raring to go!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of course, I had to go buy a little digital camera, in order to share pictures of life at Stampeaz.   I finally took the time to sit down and read a little about what the camera can do.     So, what is this photo and why did I take it?  This is what my sister dubbed "The Lego Project".  I use recycled materials almost exclusively when packaging orders (the main exception being the USPS boxes and envelopes, themselves).  A  good friend who installs computer hardware and systems for the state of Missouri saved the packaging for a major printer upgrade and brought it by for me to recycle.  We just took it out of his car and tossed it into the garage, since it was cold, and it sat there in a huge jumble, taking up most of one side of the garage.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While my sister was visiting, she got up one morning and started stacking.   The pieces fit together amazingly well and stack all the way to the garage ceiling with surprising stability!  When the second installment was dropped off, I immediately added to the "Lego" pile and the resulting tower just made me grin.  It seemed like an appropriately silly way to start blogging again and really does provide an accurate window into the workings of Stampeaz!  I wonder how long it will take me to use this!!  Stay tuned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204676711233851984-4335588389844748628?l=stampeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4335588389844748628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204676711233851984&amp;postID=4335588389844748628' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/4335588389844748628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/4335588389844748628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/2008/01/lego-project.html' title='The Lego Project'/><author><name>Webfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325420146709784342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XPyN8EPM7a8/R5ons5y7olI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gN-Em0KXQIs/s72-c/lego_project.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204676711233851984.post-1038074320854117833</id><published>2007-11-01T07:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T08:19:50.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introduction'/><title type='text'>Webfoot Launches a Blog!</title><content type='html'>Now, this is an amazing thing -- a brilliant notion suggested by none other than the great Green Tortuga, himself.   A place to let folks know when something new and wonderful has landed at Stampeaz, or share tips and tricks.  It really is a grand idea -- I just need to  learn how to use this little tool, so here's my test post.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204676711233851984-1038074320854117833?l=stampeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1038074320854117833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204676711233851984&amp;postID=1038074320854117833' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/1038074320854117833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204676711233851984/posts/default/1038074320854117833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampeaz.blogspot.com/2007/11/webfoot-launches-blog.html' title='Webfoot Launches a Blog!'/><author><name>Webfoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325420146709784342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
