Back at the dawning of the 21st century, we had two very smart dogs named Chigger and Woody. Chigger and Woody had their own blog called “blogdogs.com.” The site is no longer active but you can visit it via the wayback machine here. I hope to resurrect some of their more interesting thoughts and ideas over time. In particular I want to share this more scientific dog-age calculator they came up with to aid humans who think they can just multiply a dog’s age by 7. As if. Just click on the image below to visit the Age Calculator page.
There was a time, back in the last century, when I would finish my frames using a blowtorch instead of applying more traditional wood finishes. Last year I decided to revisit that approach on a new set of artworks, some of which are pictured here. I figured it had been long enough that nobody remember the first time I did this so I could do it again and maybe folks think I just came up with a whole new idea. not, if someone says, “Hey, I recently saw some artist on Facebook doing that and you probably just stole the idea,” then I can still dig out my old slides and say, “Not so fast pardner. Check this out. I was doing that whole burned wood thing back in 1989!” But I really don’t want to have to try to find those old slides, so let’s just take my word for it, okay?
This artwork is called “Dusty Framed.” It’s roughly 2’x2.5′.
Dusty was a most excellent rooster of ours with an interesting name. He passed not so long ago. Why was he called “Dusty” you might ask. Or not. I’ll tell you anyway.
First, some chicken and egg basics. Americauna (a breed) hens lay blue eggs. Copper Maran (another breed) hens lay dark brown eggs. If you cross an Americauna hen with a Copper Maran rooster you get a hen that lays a green egg. These hens are often referred to as Olive Eggers.
For many years we had a magnificent rooster (yes, all roosters are magnificent) named Wooster that administered to and protected our flock of hens, many of which were Americaunas. But Wooster got quite aged, lost use of one of his legs and seemed to be losing his sight. We decided we needed a new, healthy rooster if we were going to keep the hens safe from hawks, owls, and other predators.
So in looking around we found a young farm couple advertising a Copper Maran rooster for sale. We reasoned that that rooster could protect our flock and, on the side, produce some green-egg laying hens for us. So we called, visited, negotiated and purchased a successor to Wooster from the young couple with a six-year-old son. Before we left we asked, “Does the rooster have a name?”
“Yes, we call him Dusty.”
Backing up a second. This young couple had purchased Dusty the rooster specifically for mating with their flock of Americauna hens in hopes of producing a flock of Olive Eggers. Having now hatched a bunch of new chicks, they decided they no longer had need of Dusty which is why he was for sale.
So, the wife explained that one day she and her young son went out to feed the hens, and, well, they came upon the rooster in flagrante delicto with one of the hens. “Mommy, what’s the rooster doing?” the boy asked. Mom, at a lose for words, thought for a moment and then told him, “he’s sprinkling his magic rooster dust on the hen,” to which the child responded, “Cool. Can we name him Dusty?!”
So that’s how Dusty got his name. And I bet you weren’t prepared for how quickly that story got bawdy.
Happy New Year!
Our four dogs go for a fall walk. One can only imagine the grandeur of what’s going on in their minds.