Yes, dear reader, it IS true – the Yorvik Faerie is now NO More!
I have never been happy with the name I created for my fantastical brand and one sunny May afternoon and after several days of too little sleep and too much cake – I decided to unfasten her wings and so the Yorvik Faerie then flew away for the final time…
However, in her stead, comes the Crooked Hen!
The ‘Crooked Hen’ I hear you ask?
However, before I explain myself, tell me does the name NOT bring a smile to your face?
And even though I live in the ancient City of York with an entertaining family which includes a tetchy spouse, one moody black Persian cat with attitude and a very sociable Persian who thinks he’s a small dog – I also keep chickens!
And although my lovely ‘Little’ and ‘Large’ were murdered by an urban fox last year; I still have three poultry pals who answer to the names of ‘Snowy’, ‘Florence’ and ‘Allie’ AND I do mean answer – particularly if they see me clutching a handful of meal worms or a piece of croissant – to which they are very partial!
However, it was ‘Allie’, pictured top-left who inspired my name change when one weekend having heard an unmistakable sound, I rushed outside and there she was with her head thrown back and crowing like a cock and later that afternoon when we saw her trying to ravish poor little ‘Snowy’ – well, we realised that we had a chicken who was now possibly ‘gender fluid’.
But when I think of that very early morning when we literally rescued her from the jaws of that fox – it’s perhaps NOT surprising she’s more than a little confused about who she is.
So there you have it – the inspiration for the name of the Crooked Hen!
NOT a bird bent out of shape or deceitful BUT a bird of two contrasts and of much entertainment value!
Also of entertainment value was the evening I spent with the members from the York Photography Network last month.
I had been invited to take along some of the models from the All Hallows Hamlet on what was possibly the worst evening for moving – anything!
Torrential rain, high winds, fog – you name it and armed with acres of bubble wrap and my deep breathing exercises, I battled across town with the ‘Monsignor Suárez Vampyre Slayer’s Emporium’ and the ‘Harum Scarum Notions & Potions Emporium’ in tow.
Despite the rush to unpack and dress the shelves as several camera lens were focused on me and my hands as I arranged those bottles of ‘Holy Water’ and other assorted notions and potions – it was a very insightful evening and amazing to see how the other photographers sought to capture my work.
And given the hurricane that occurred inside ‘Harum Scarum’ during transit with snippets of dried flowers and herbs scattered everywhere – I was rather relieved that I had left the grumpy proprietor at home – although she was the subject of MUCH interest!
As the two ‘Davids’ have kindly given me permission to share these images – you can see more of their incredible work here and here AND you can also discover how I transformed a piece of wood and and broken pieces of Twisted Willow into an enchanted forest clearing for you never know who you might just stumble across one sunny morning!
Bye for now!