Baby Horses & Floppy Boobs

I have a 30 minute drive home and a six year old.  This allows plenty of time for conversations like the following: “Mom, I wish we had a girl horse.”  “Well, we aren’t going to have a girl horse.”  “But WHY not?!  I want a girl horse.  Baby horses are my FAVORITE.”  “Even if we…

The Nesting Box

Passing by the coop recently I saw some gals in the boxes performing their daily egg duties. The first hen attempted to hide behind some wisps of hay. “If I can’t see her then she can’t see me” The second hen chose the ‘pretend the lady with the camera doesn’t exist’ approach. Maybe.  Its hard…

Wicked Walk 12/31/2014

The last day of 2014 was cold, wet and just plain miserable for all intents and purposes.  Except for reading on the sofa, which is how I spent most of the day.  I read “Water for Elephants” for the second time.  Then I started “All Creatures Great and Small” for the fourth time.   James Herriot…

The Chicken Paints

I have a family chock-full of fine artists.  They can sketch, draw, paint, watercolor and make any canvas a thing of beauty. Then you have me.  I am really good at raising chickens, I cook a mean pie and am unintentionally funny (I run into things and fall down a lot).  I took art once. …

Artist

I think when God strips the trees bare for the winter it is so he can paint the sky a more glorious color. What do you think?

Baby, it’s cold outside!

I know, I know.  I’ve read all the articles about how God gave the chickens feathers and they really don’t need any help from us humans once they are grown.  I’ve become well acquainted with the opinion that states heating coops does much more harm than good.  And heck, I agree.  But when I see…