Our "Chicken" dinner.Wine, grilled veggies and Elk meat patties that we
got at the Farmers Market in Fairbanks.
The birds were trilling and the wind was rustling the aspen leaves
by Chicken Creek.
"With the peace o' the world piled on top."
What could be finer?
Tuesday, June 23
The folks wanted to name their town after the state bird but they couldn't spell ptarmigan and chicken is a close relative.
The folks wanted to name their town after the state bird but they couldn't spell ptarmigan and chicken is a close relative.
Both Sandy and I have read "Tisha" which is about a young school teacher who came to Chicken in about 1927. You can't imagine the hardships she had to face. Today we were able to visit the old Chicken town where she taught and even go into her school house. See Sandy's blog for more, :) I'm sure.
I am still having a hard time getting to bed at a reasonable hour. One thing I have learned is that if it gets dark before midnight it means that it is going to rain.
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