In case y’all don’t know (though I’m pretty sure you do) I was born, raised and live in the great State of Texas. My husband, who is from Mississippi, always likes to say “You can always tell a Texan, you just can’t tell’em very much”. While I don’t ENTIRELY agree with him I must say…
I have vowed to never name another chicken. The last chicken I named was Moses. Moses and the Israelites I called them. There was one Moses and about 30 Israelites. I should have known better, Moses never made it to the Promised Land. However, one of the Israelites (who shall remain unnamed) has become my…
Some people think I am a bona fide nut. I live over an hour from the nearest Starbucks. I have to (gasp) make my own coffee. Every. Single. Day. My Starbucks (and when I say Starbucks I am including ALL coffee shops) visits remain in the single digits per year of life. Sometimes this make me sad. I…
This past Wednesday, June 18th 2014, I walked fairly early in the morning, while it was still cool. Here is what I saw. When I saw the tree below I immediately thought it looked like a woman at the OB’s office. Then I thought it looked like a woman having a baby. Or maybe a woman having a…
Fresh green beans are a thing of beauty. I planted a row of green beans this spring. I must confess, the above pictured beans didn’t come from my plants. No indeed. See the little brown, dead plant? Yeah. So thankfully I have good friends who are much better at bean growing than I. They gifted me…
This past spring I was completely taken by the cuteness of the chicks that arrived at the feed store where I work. Some were straight run so I took a chance and gathered what I thought would be the best from the group of 200 plus. And I must say I am so pleased! I…
Cornbread. My love of cornbread goes beyond my memory and is embedded in my very soul. I simply can not recall a time I did not adore it. When I was a child I preferred my cornbread with butter and ketchup. And I still, to this day, love cornbread, butter and ketchup. I know, I…
What is cuter than a silkie I ask? A baby silkie.
After YEARS of thinking about my future orchard, planning the rows, moving it in my mind a thousand times I finally ordered myself 20-something trees and bushes. Not expecting to harvest anything the first year I was pleasantly surprised when little blueberries started popping up all over my newly acquired bushes. Then, just last week…
When I decided to start blogging one of the many pieces of advice I read was be sure and stay active. Since I don’t want to end up like my chickens with an extremely fluffy bottom, I’ve attempted to take this advice to heart. I used to be a runner. I ran about 40 minutes…
The Wicked Chicken 