There are several reasons I call the great state of Texas home. I’ll not bother listing them all now but one main reason is the weather. Sure, summers are hot but the winters are mild and wonderful. I don’t know who moved me without my permission but the last couple of weeks I’ve not spent…
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…
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…
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…
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. …
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…
Christmas eve is a day I love. Christmas eve is spent at my grandparents, which is where I spent much of my childhood. I am joined there each December 24th by my aunties, uncles, cousins, my cousins children, my brother, sister, parents and pets of various species. We visit, cook, laugh, catch up and take…
I adore my chickens. To me they are precious and irreplaceable, kinda of like my daughter. Only I love my daughter way more. I haven’t been able to spend as much time as I would like with either one of them. As a retail slave I’ve been serving the public for 14 years, 11 of…
I have a husband that loads the dishwasher, sometimes more than once a week! I know, I know, I shouldn’t boast. But hey, I’m a lucky girl and I know it. But. When he loads the dishwasher is looks like a random splattering of dishes, no rhyme or reason whatsoever. I can not abide this. …
You know all the months and dollars spent preparing for Christmas? The wonder, the excitement? And then what happens? I’ll tell you what happens. It is all over in less than 20 minutes and you spend the afternoon burning boxes and going thru wrapping paper to make sure any cash and/or gift cards don’t make…
The Wicked Chicken 