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175 Red Rangers from Hoovers Hatchery. It never seems like there’s that many in there. I feel like such a hillbilly raising chicks in the garage attached to our house. But then again, when the weather’s as cold and damp … Continue reading
I told you in my last chicken post that chicken are tyrants to work for. Not only do I have to keep their schedules, there are also records to keep. Tyrants, I tell you! I need new bosses. Or better … Continue reading
Did you know chickens have schedules? And secretaries (aka “me”) that manage said schedules? Ours do, and they are tyrants to work for, I tell you. Last year we raised a batch of Red Rangers at the end of the … Continue reading
One of these things just doesn’t belong here, One of these things just isn’t the same.Can you guess which one of these doesn’t belong here?Now it’s time to play our game, time to play our game. (Yes, I grew up … Continue reading
I hate this time of year, with regards to feeling like you have to don a Haz-Mat suit whenever you go out in public for fear of catching the flu. Both girls woke up in the wee hours of the … Continue reading
I’m convinced that if doctors handed out chickens instead of drugs there would be far less depression in the world. The winter blues usually start for me shortly after New Year’s and can last all the way into May. But … Continue reading
Earlier this year I had started a journal to document the ups and downs of our little farm. Turned out to be a lot of downs. And one of the last ones is that my hard drive crashed and I … Continue reading
Our first chicken-butchering day. I was so excited you’d think we were doing it ourselves. Instead a local Mennonite woman is doing them for us. Originally we were supposed to have them to the Hurst’s farm at 8:00 a.m. But … Continue reading
Today started off a little rough – Matt ran over Sassy, one of our 2 housecats. She had spent the night outside and was apparently under his truck when he drove out this morning. She wasn’t killed immediately, but I … Continue reading