About 4 years ago we had some turkeys show up. They roost in the big oak trees in our front yard and have recently taken up with the chickens each evening for a dinner of corn, sunflower seeds, milo and oats. They come when I call, making a mad dash to beat each other to…
So wicked chickens don’t REALLY lay deviled eggs, rather their wrath personifies itself in the form of spurring, wild running, aggressive pecking, 4:00 a.m. crowing sessions….among other things. But my blog is not just about those moments of fowl folly. It is about life in the country, life as a homeschooler, life as a baker, life…
The Wicked Chicken 