CLASS OF 2018

Oh my! Rex (and his girl friend Dylan) are pictured in the collage below graduating class of 2018 from Chico High. Rex is the 2nd generation Wilhelm to graduate from this school. He sat with all of his College Connection (a group who finished their senior year at the local college instead of at the high school) friends, including his girl friend, during the ceremony. We got a close up of his cap complete with logos from his beloved car as well as the institute (UTI - ha ha) that he plans to attend in the Fall down in Long Beach.

I didn't expect to be so overwhelmed with emotions. But as I eagerly tried to pick him out in a crowd of 461 students all dressed like handmaidens, flashes of his first day of kindergarten and the first day I held him in the hospital after his birth all flooded my mind. 

After the graduation the high school parents put on a "Sober Grad" party at the fairgrounds for the seniors where they are basically allowed to bring only their phone and get locked in for a party from 11pm-5am. For the last year he insisted that he didn't want to go because it sounded like jail to him. But right after graduation when he saw all his friends headed there, he miraculously happened upon an extra ticket (not available at door) and got in. I understand that there was karaoke, raffles, poker, roulette, climbing wall, sumo suits, giant balls they could wear and slam into each other as well as other activities. He said he won two of the raffles that night for a total of $270 cash. Now, that's one lucky duck!

Pictured below is a collage of his graduation complete with Dylan adjusting his lei before walking on. In the group photo he is in the center wearing the lei next to a guy with beard and glasses. (Thank goodness for Michael and his great camera with long lens. We were up high in the bleachers).

I loved watching the legs and feet that were visible beneath the gowns of the graduates. Lots of flip flops. Only in California!

The following morning we were up and back out of the house early for Amira's 8th grade graduation. It was less crowded by comparison and definitely had a different energy from the high school graduation the night before. Now she and all her friends are looking forward to high school. Most of them (but not all) are headed to Chico High where we can look forward her graduation in four years.

Our end of the week excitement wasn't entirely over though. Amira had a few graduation parties to attend before coming home to grab a few hours of sleep before heading back to the Junior High to depart at 2am for her 8th grade class trip to Washington, DC and New York.

Here she is with her friend, Lakeyn, just after 2am all tagged and ready to head out for some adventure.

Needless to say, we are all a little exhausted and looking for a break from our usual routines. This morning Michael and I sat and had coffee and enjoyed a cool morning breeze in a quiet house. Valerie is still sleeping (or possibly just hiding in her room). Rex is at work as a referee down at the paintball park. Amira is on a flight to DC. Michael looked out the front window and noticed some quail in the front yard. Magical little visitors!

Lastly, in farm news, last weekend I was shocked to see a turkey back in my garden. Michael had put all the poultry behind a six foot fence and there was some wing clipping involved for good measure. How could this be? "Turkey in the garden! Turkey in the garden!" I exclaimed hysterically. Rex looked out the back door and said, "That's not one of ours. It's a wild turkey hen."

Here she is strutting on the opposite side of the fence from Major Tom. Of course he was showing off for her. Our other turkey hens were not pleased with the interloper. The outlander soon took off over the back fence. My garden is a bird magnet. (Well, last year it was a gopher magnet ...)

This place is like Wild Kingdom, I tell you!

How Hard Can It Be?

It's Memorial Day weekend here at Tifftown (as I'm sure it is elsewhere). I woke up at 6am to get Amira ready to care for the horses and critters down the street before heading off to meet the Girl Scouts (and Boy Scouts) to put flags on the graves of soldiers today. Valerie was up ambling about getting ready for auction day at the Silver Dollar Fair. She'll be there all day. (Michael and I will go see her later at the fair. Also, we want to see the "Wild West Turkey Stampede" because it's "not like we can get that at home"). Rex is absent as he is at a weekend long concert in Napa with his girlfriend, Dylan, as they celebrate the completion of final exams last week and look forward to graduation next week (not to mention Rex also turning 18)! Michael was left home alone. Well, that's a qualified alone. He was left home with all the critters. And they were demanding more attention than usual.

For this story, we have to back up a bit. Last Fall we kept 4 of our heirloom turkeys (Major Tom and 3 hens) in the hopes of raising our own flock and not having to rely on hatcheries. One of turkeys went broody this spring, sitting in all kinds of weather upon her nest of, what we were certain, was a pile of infertile eggs. So, we robbed a collection of eggs from the hen we were pretty sure was fertile and put them in the incubator to also sit for 28 days. We timed the hatch so the eggs would pop just a day or two after we returned from China. 

While we were in Beijing (I was riding on their very efficient subway toward some sort of temple) Rex texted the family that the broody turkey hatched out a clutch of 10 babies. Well! This was exciting (and unexpected) news! 

Upon our return we hatched out another 10 turkey poults from the incubator. Dang. That's a lot of turkeys. And then our third turkey hen went broody. Oh no. (She's still on the nest. I will probably have news early June).

Anyway, way too many turkeys over here. I decided to sell some of our incubator hatch. I sold 6. A hawk filched 3 out of the yard. So, now we are down to a "reasonable" 11 poults (plus whatever might hatch out of that last hen). 

We've really enjoyed watching the mama turkey strut around the backyard with her babies. Sometimes they ride on her back. She's been very attentive. She's taught them how to take dust baths in the garden and eat the choicest seedlings. They've also destroyed a few potted plants on the back patio and pooped all over the place. The domesticated incubator turkeys were flying out of their enclosure in the garage and getting lost in there and perching and pooping on bike handlebars and the like. So, while it was entertaining for a while, Wild Kingdom was encroaching on our domesticated lifestyle.

So, today was the day, Michael decided, that he would round up all the turkey poults and put them in a locked pen (with netting on top) in order to reclaim our space. Well, if he had any hope of putting it off, he quickly had proof that action was necessary as he found mama and her babies in the front yard (wrong side of the fence!) by the propane tank. These were some feral birds.

Not long after Michael rounded up all the baby turkeys (not an easy task) and corralled them in the enclosure he took a much needed break. Of course the break lasted about 10 minutes before he looked out the window and saw the feral ones in the garden again. What?! 

So, now that Amira and I were home, we went out there with Michael and a pair of scissors and rounded them up and clipped a wing on each. There is much complaining coming from the turkey pen this morning. First day in boarding school is the roughest.

When we first moved here I thought I'd gotten all the training I needed out at the GRUB CSA Farm about growing food. I mean, how hard can it be? We'll be living off the land, we mistakenly thought. Well, not only do I lack a little bit of (okay, A LOT of) discipline, but also boundaries. GRUB would never have let turkeys run wild in the garden. And they are also more vigilant about successive planting, cultivating and harvesting than I am. I'm a sloppy gardener. I'll admit it. 

Michael and I had discussed all the radishes, carrots, lettuce, etc. that we would have had were it not for the turkey infestation. (Last year it was a gang of gophers). This year I suggested that sign back up for the GRUB CSA for our veggies and consider anything out of the garden a bonus.

How hard can it be? Well, every time I udder those words I expect I'm asking the universe to show me just how hard it can be. Have I learned nothing?

In other news, and quick pix:

Rex wrapped up his Senior Year at Butte College. He still got dressed up from Prom with Dylan. Love this photo.

Amira participated in a "chalk walk" with other art students at her Junior High. The theme was "Album Covers". She and her friends created the below from the band called Logic. When this got posted on social media, it received a "like" from the actual band. This caused quite a lot of local excitement. It's a pretty amazing likeness, really. I like it too. (But I'm not famous ... so I don't count with as much weight at the actual band. I mean, c'mon!)

Valerie was elected President of her FFA chapter for her senior year. Her Livestock Judging Team placed 4th in the State of CA in San Louis Obispo this spring. (Pretty darn good for their first year as a team!) Below photo is: Josh, Hailey, Valerie & Sarah. They pretty much rule the local FFA chapter. 

She also placed 4th in sheep showmanship at the Silver Dollar Fair. This is pretty darn good considering the level of the kids she was up against. Those people do nothing but show sheep year round. 

Lastly, Michael and I tacked a few extra days onto his trip to Beijing (for business) in order to have a vacation and see some important sites like the Great Wall, Forbidden City, Temple of Heaven, Summer Palace ... etc. It was a great trip! I'm glad we went.

And now, here we are back at Tifftown with the kids and critters. We are getting ready for a High School Graduation, 8th Grade Graduation and 18th Birthday. I'm hoping for a slightly slower paced summer ... but somehow, well, I'm not going to ask how hard it can be.

Remember December?

It’s a foggy, damp January morning as I sit here to write this. The house feels unusual because not only is Michael gone this morning, but so are all of the kids. Rex has gone off to work at the paintball park like he does every Saturday morning. He did not leave the house without first building a nice fire to warm the house, fixing a pot of coffee, feeding Wasabi, and letting the turkeys out to roam the yard. I consider this the sign of a successful young person who gets up and does all of these things without even being asked. Valerie is off at an FFA leadership conference in Redding. And Amira  has been invited to go snow camping this weekend with her friend. Her friend’s dad is a Boy Scout leader and is leading some boys up for high-adventure. This is something that we do not get in our Girl Scout troop so I’m really grateful for the opportunity for her. In any event, I woke up to a very quiet house. Granted the house was warm and smelled of coffee on this damp and foggy January morning. This was a lovely way to wake up.

As usual, time escaped me as December washed over us like a daunting wave on the open ocean pulling us toward the shore of the New Year at speeds I don't consider safe. Maybe I'm just getting older, but that's how time feels right now. It seems there is never time to update with all the goings on if we are busy with all that activity. So, thank goodness for a quiet and reflective morning where I can take a moment to piece together what just happened.

In early December we decided that it was time to go get the annual Christmas tree. Rex had a special request noting that this was going to be his last Christmas at home before going off to seek his fortune in Southern California next year. He asked if we could go up to the Christmas tree farm where we used to cut our own trees when he was very little (that was before he joined a Boy Scout troop that sold Christmas trees as a fundraiser each year. Then we just picked up a Christmas tree every year while Rex was working at the lot).  

Here's "Tree Rex"




So we packed everyone into the minivan and cruised up the hill to go find our little Charlie Brown tree. We brought Rex's girlfriend, Dylan, with us. She is such a treat to have over and just fits in with the rest of the family. Plus she brings such a smile to Rex's face.















There was much running around and arguing over which tree would possibly be the best one for our living room that year. Finally a decision was made. A few people were happy and a few people weren’t. Amira was still off looking for the best tree because she was definitely concerned that we had not picked the best one. I told her she needed to stop bad mouthing that poor little tree that was coming home with us and say nice things to it. In any event, I’m glad that we went up there because it turns out that the people who run the tree farm are retiring and this was the last weekend that they were going to be open, ever.

When we came home Michael went all "Clark Griswold" on the lighting of the house as Rex and Dylan and the girls hunker down to watch some Christmas movies.

Also during the month of December Amira went to her eighth grade winter formal dance. I was lucky to get a photo of her with her sister before she took off. This was such a unique looking dress. It’s like a romper with a long skirt attached to it. It had a certain elegance and a lot of sequins but definitely a very modern look.



 Here is a photo of Amira with her good friends Sarah and Ruby just before the dance.



Meanwhile, Michael and I were invited back to San Francisco to have a little “jingle and mingle” with my old Washington Place friends. We had enough points to give us a free stay at a hotel near Union Square so we made a weekend of it. 

We made sure to go down to the St. Francis Hotel and take a look at the incredible gingerbread house display is there. You know me and gingerbread houses. This thing was over 12 feet tall and on a turntable. It just filled me with awe.  No, I do not aspire to build such a creation. But every artist needs an appreciative audience member. That would be me.



And here are Michael and I at my good friend Marcus‘s house. We are visiting with John and Outi. These are some of our good Washington Place friends that we’ve known for over 25 years . (Washington Place was a building on Washington Street in San Francisco where a bunch of us lived in our 20's and 30's. It was a tight knit community of friends who met most evenings for a glass of wine on the roof or mingled in each other's apartments with open doors often. It was what I imagined a college dorm would have been like). Did you know that it is really difficult to get a taxi from hotel in Union Square on a Saturday night? Yes, that’s always been true. But nowadays they don’t even try. It’s all Uber and Lyft.








Meanwhile, back in Chico, Valerie had her ugly sweater contest with the FFA and participated in the end of school festivities after working really hard on all of her school projects. 






Here’s also a photo of her element, silver, that she had to create for her chemistry class. I think that Rex and Michael deserve also some credit for helping her with that engineering feat. It was a pretty good looking model!



Another big December milestone was December 21st when Valerie took and passed her drivers test. That’s right, we now have four out of five people licensed to drive in this house. How exciting! This has enabled me to take on full-time work. Now that I have some helpers to drive themselves around to all these activities and help drive Amira, it’s freed me up to try and contribute to the household income a little bit more. Really, I am just paying for car insurance now. Teenagers are expensive.

Finally Christmas eve arrived! While I was busy in the kitchen that morning, the turkeys showed up on the back patio to break stuff and poop all over the place. Turkeys!!!

We had Susan, John, Alan, and Dave over for the usual festivities. I roasted another Christmas goose. We really enjoyed each other’s company for a nice evening in. Christmas day was spent over at Susan’s.

The day after Christmas, Valerie and I left very early in the morning with her sheep mentor and friend, Carol, and a trailer full of sheep and goats. We followed Carol's husband and son and their trailer full of cattle to the Arizona Nationals. It took us a day and a half to drive down there through the smoky central valley of California. We spent the night in Palm Desert before rolling into Phoenix the afternoon of the 27th.  

Our team did really well down there at the nationals! Valerie and her friends participated in a skill-a-thon and placed very well, 3rd out of 500. Look at these good looking kids (left to right: Josh, Sarah, Valerie, Hailey):

Carol devised a plan to have Valerie come to the Nationals to assist Hailey with sheep and goat showing and Sarah would come along to help Josh show his cattle. This plan helped Valerie and Sarah work their way off of this trip which would have been expensive to pay for in order to be down there to participate with their livestock judging team.

Here are a bunch of girls walking their sheep through the fairgrounds. This had to be done early in the mornings and late in the evenings each day.

Here are Hailey and Valerie early in the morning leaving the hotel to get ready for the Livestock Judging contest on the last day of 2017:

 

The team placed sixth in the Livestock Judging event. Look at this photo with that beautiful Arizona sky behind them! All in all, it was a very successful trip for these kids. What an opportunity! I am so grateful that Carol brought us along with her family so that we could have this experience. I’m very sorry that we missed a visit with Scott and Dawn. But I’m hoping to catch up with them in the future.

On New Year’s Eve we rolled out of Phoenix and crossed the border into Palm Desert where we spent the night. We were all in bed by 10:30 PM that night. There was no New Year’s celebration for us. We got up early the next morning, New Year’s Day for another long drive back through the central valley. We had to make a detour into eastern California and pick up some more sheep on our way back to the farm. Michael was gracious enough to pick us up late that evening at Carol‘s farm. When we arrived that night there were baby goats being born. One of the does birthed seven kids. Six of them survived, three of them were in the intensive care unit. But we all had to hold baby goats and keep them warm upon our arrival. It was a pretty exciting way to end our trip and start the new year.