Dealing with the Darkness
Disclaimer: This post contains absolutely no affiliate links, mostly because I’m too lazy and would rather just give you the info on what’s worked for me than figure out how to get a kick back from doing so. While the days are technically getting longer, we are still in the throes of a New England
Somewhat Belated Season’s Greetings
The presents are mostly unwrapped, the lad has at least temporarily come down from his sugar high, the light is slowly returning and the hens have even started laying again (I think they heard I was talking smack about them). While I had a brief quiet moment I just wanted to wish everyone a peaceful
Christmas Fowl
People talk about the perils of having a one track mind. I have at least 3 tracks running at any given time, and I can tell you that has its downsides as well, especially this time of year. My husband is a chronic whistler of Christmas Carols. I’ve caught him doing it in the middle
The chicken who lived
We’ve actually had terrific luck with predators. It may sound strange to say since we’ve lost several birds, but it’s true. The eagle took our oldest sickest chicken and spared us from having to either watch her slowly die or cull her ourselves. The spring fox attack took only non-layers. Recently we’ve even had some
Not about chickens. At all.
Authenticity is hard. We live in a world where we are taught that appropriate response to “How are you?” is “I’m fine and you?” I’m rarely fine. I’m frequently elated, triumphant, frustrated, rushed, anxious, excited, grumpy, or sad, or any combination of the above. I can’t remember the last time, “fine” was a
The Crippled Chicken Cafe
I was walking around the get the lad out of the car when I first noticed the feathers. There were just a few, but they were red with white at the base, deep feathers, and it wasn’t molting season. I made a mental note to check on the girls as soon as I could get
Starting out
Once upon a time, we thought we were homesteaders. For me, that word always brings one of two images to mind: the classic old farmhouse with the el connecting to the barn surrounded by gardens, fields, and outbuildings stretching up toward the woodline, or acres of trees with a dirt drive leading to a