Seattle Environment

I'm over halfway done with my time in Seattle, and I haven't shared yet about the place I have been calling home. The house has three bedrooms and a large yard (for Seattle). Side note: The yard is easily mowed by a mechanical reel lawnmower. That's right, no electric or gas power and the only maintenance is sharpening the blades every few years.

Below is the kitchen and the little booth where I like to read the Seattle Times almost every day. Interestingly, many of the windows in this house (like others in Seattle) do not have screens: they don't have to worry nearly as much about insect pests as we do in other parts of the country. They also don't need air conditioning to be comfortable because it almost always cools off at night.

This is my bedroom. I've added the extra comforter on top of the quilt and sheets, and along with my hoodie, socks, and flannel pajama pants, it's about enough to keep me warm at night.

And this, my friends, is the elaborate chicken coop, designed and constructed by Rob and Lee themselves. After much research and preparation, Lee's long standing dream of becoming and urban farmer has come true as of about one month ago when eight chickens arrived in the back yard. Since their arrival, I have begun to notice the prevalence of chicken language in our society: think chicken legs, pecking order, flying the coop, etc. I think someday a sermon needs to come out of my experiences with these chickens. Our nearly daily observation of them is called chicken t.v.

Here we have, from left to right, Susan's rear (gray), Earla (orange), Katie's rear (black), Felina (lighter gray), and Mary's head. Mary is the only one producing certified organic eggs so far, but hopes are high for all the others. Earla's getting big... she could be next. Note: not pictured are Hettie, Anna, and Maud.