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Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Free Zumba Class

I have a face that hawkers don't like. I queue up to order food. They take ONE look at my face and yell at me. It usually takes me a few months to break a new hawker in. It takes courage. It takes persistence. I have to resolutely queue up and resolutely speak politely despite getting yelled at and resolutely smile. I do it because some hawkers make divine food.

If you make divine food, you can yell at me.

After a while, they warm up to me and then I get extra portions. I guess that makes all the yelling worth it. Haha!

Anyway, the kopi soh at Chong Pang hawker centre finally warmed up to me. Thanks to her, I got involved in a free Zumba class held at the basketball court next to Chong Pang Market. It was very fun! And it is FREE!

The zumba classes I had paid for were complex and hard to follow. This one was simple. The trainer had simple moves which she repeated often. This was the first zumba class where I did not feel self conscious and clumsy. 

It was soooooooo fun!

Saturday, March 10, 2018

Garden Update

The garden is growing. I have started to grow edible flowers now.

Sweet potato leaves.

Purslane: a sweet and sourish vegetable that looks stunning in salads.

Amaranth leaves.

More purslane.

Cotton. I don't eat this.

Blue pea flower.

Gotu kola.



Bok choy.

Sissoo spinach.

Thai watercress.

Anredera cordifolia (or teng tienchi).

Sweet basil.

Telosma cordata flowers. These are sweet and crunchy. There is nectar inside.

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

3 Girls and 2 Boys

We managed to sex the chickens. The girls' wings have a double row of feathers top and bottom. The boy chicks have a single row of feathers only.

I tried to sell the boys but no one seems to want the males.

I can understand why. They crow and they don't lay eggs. 

These are girl chicks' wings.

These are boy chick wings.

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Claypot Chicken

Our housekeeper, with decades of experience in chickens assures me that Max has a odd habit. He likes to lie on his back inside my claypot, and bury himself legs up in the warm soil, and bask in the sun.

We let Max out for 2 to 3 hours in the mornings. When we come back to cage him, he is invariably lounging feet up in the claypot.

Monday, March 5, 2018

Maggie Has 5 Chicks

On Saturday 3 March, 5 of Maggie's eggs hatched well. I specify "well" because 1 chick died after hatching and Maggie destroyed the last egg.

Apparently, when many other eggs have hatched and there are still remaining eggs left unhatched, the Mama Hen will deliberately break the last eggs, and then stop sitting. This allows her to focus on running after the older chicks, who are by now all over the place. I guess Maggie decided to prioritise the 5 healthy chicks she already has, over that last one which may or may not hatch. If she had insisted to incubate the last one, she might lose the other 5.

Maggie laid 11 eggs. I ate 1 egg. She ate 1 egg. She broke 1 egg. So, she finally incubated 8 eggs. 1 died after hatching. Maggie destroyed the last egg. 1 egg died in the early stages of development. I found it whilst candling the egg and seeing liquid slosh about inside the egg. I threw it away before it could explode and contaminate the whole clutch with bacteria.

We have 5 chicks now.

The chicks like to hide under Maggie's wings and peek out at the world. This reminded me of  The Son who once, from social anxiety, pulled up the back of my qipao and tried to hide under it. The Son had a favourite black skirt that reached to my ankles. He could hide under there very nicely.

3 siblings. The other 2 are under Maggie's wings.

Meanwhile, the Father is basking in the warm sun.

Maggie is teaching her babies how to eat mealworms. Notice how she picks up the mealworms and then drops them back down to show her babies how it is done. In the process, she also kills the mealworms, making it easier for the babies to feed. Normally, when there are mealworms, Maggie makes short shrift of them. It is quite touching to see the way she denies herself so that her chicks can eat.

This is what they look like when newly hatched.

These are 8 hours after hatching.

Maggie deliberately kicked this egg out of the nest and it broke.

We found this dead chick in the nest on 2 Mar.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

FriendLIER Neighbours

When I made the decision to get Max, the rooster, I was dreading my neighbours' reactions. I scared myself silly imagining that I would be the neighbourhood persona non grata. To me stunned surprise, neighbours who never ever spoke to me started to stop at my gate to chat.

All because of my rooster.

They stop by and tell me that they are kampong boys and kampong girls. It is quite odd to have these elderly folk with their mops of white hair describe themselves as boys and girls. I guess, somewhere inside all of us, we never really grow up.

My hen melted.

Sand ginger flower. I ate it.

Soursop flower bud.


Pea shoots.

Harvested pea shoots.

Monday, February 19, 2018

Sun Plaza Nostalogia

Sun Plaza, next to Sembawang MRT station, put up a charming little installation that brought 1960s Singapore chinatown into the HDB heartlands. When chinatown looked like this, Sembawang was still jungle and prawn farms. 

Lots of old people are very taken by the installation. They linger to take pictures and reminisce. This is the best Chinese New Year decorative display that I have seen this year. It is interactive too. People sit on the wooden chairs and try on the slippers.