Chicken keeping has been, and always will be, laced with tragedy. Yesterday I turned my darlings out on the way to the deer stand so they could scratch about for a couple of hours before bedtime. As I sat nestled in my tree I could hear our neighbors shouting at their dogs, nothing out of…
It’s raining, it’s pouring…..the Silkies are mourning! Their feathers are drenched, what a dreadful pinch, and they won’t be dry in the morning! Bless her heart, and we are supposed to get around 3 inches tomorrow. Thank goodness for a warm, dry home and a covered coop! Happy Friday all!
I have a Chicken. I have a Child. I have a Chicken and a Child who are both dearly loved. The Child and the Chicken are both consumers of watermelon. See the evidence below…. People often tell me that Addie needs a little brother or sister otherwise she will never learn how to share. I…
Trees had over-taken my otherwise plush yard, leaving lovely shaded patterns all about, feeding underneath them was a herd of deer. As they peacefully munched the young foliage my chickens pecked among them, eagerly pursuing fresh tidbits of their own. Suddenly a large dog runs in, scattering the flock, frightening the deer and attacking Randy,…
Ladies and Gentlemen (I love that word by the way ‘gentlemen’)…..Ladies and Gentlemen! It has taken 6 months but I am happy to announce the girls are in full swing! Now, who would like an omelet? Have a great weekend y’all!
Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away, there lived a crazy person who thought pet turkeys would be the most. Awesome. Thing. Ever. Pet turkeys she acquired. Awesome they were not. Here is what it left of the Great Turkey Experiment. A feather. Addie has a thing for feathers. And cameras. Oh…
I have found chicken keeping to be therapeutic, relaxing, rewarding and fruitful. Except for those times I find it tragic, frantic, exasperating and somewhat pointless. I enjoyed a mix of these latter emotions over the weekend. Let’s start with pointless. While mowing the yard Rob found this nest under the propane tank. I have two…
Normally I am very keen on knowing exactly what breeds I have in my flock. Not that I’m concerned about genetics, no, any and all chicks that hatch on my little plot are bound to be Heinz 57. I just like to know so when people come over I can say “Oh, look! There is…
As I mentioned Wednesday I spent a considerable amount of time attempting to convert my flock into bona fide Southern Baptists. 3 hours to be exact. To be a Southern Baptist is quite simple. Love Jesus, act each day as a missionary on the field of life, don’t dance (at least when anyone is watching!) and…
First there was one and now there are three……. Way to go girls! I was starting to wonder…… 🙂
The Wicked Chicken 