I have always loved chickens. Even as a child I can remember toting them about, loving on them, naming them and kissing them. While I still tote them, love them and kiss them I refrain from naming them. But that is another story. Today I’d like to introduce you to the girls. The main girls.…
So my darling child had her first piano recital this weekend and was all dressed up, first thing she did upon arriving home was take off to the chicken pen. I wanted to check on the little ones who had only been with the big chickens a few days and this is what I find…….…
The road goes on forever and the party never ends….. …it’s just the recovery time increases as you age. Significantly increases. Increases so significantly it may very well end the party. But the road……it definitely goes on forever. Party on people and have a great weekend!
This poem is for all those who have ever loved and lost…….a chicken. Who have lost a chicken to a raccoon, hawk, skunk, opossum, fox, bobcat, snake, owl, mink, stray dog, family dog, neighbors dog or simply an unnamed creature of the night…… Oh, my chickens how I love thee though every creature wants to…
Last night about 7:00 a couple of local boys came by the house, they wanted to weigh this fish they caught. Obviously they were pretty tickled at the 6 foot 8 inch dinosaur-era monster…… Now, I have no idea what this fellows name is I just know he lives about 8 miles up the road,…
Never say never is a lesson I learned fairly early in life yet find I need to be reminded every now and then……for example. I said I’d NEVER live in a trailer house. Yet when faced with a nice trailer house completely paid for vs. huge monthly house note I happily went on decorating my…
I recently went to a homeschool book fair with a dear friend and on the way we stopped for a much needed coffee break. The following is the conversation I had with my 5 year old daughter, Addie, upon returning home…… Me “Miss Amanda and I went to Starbucks today for coffee”. Addie “Well, I…
I went into the yard to pick up a stick. Then I saw this…. I thought, well I’ll just snatch that one up real quick and be on my way. An hour later I have this….. Pulling weeds is kinda like eating chips, you can’t stop at just one. Now I gotta go pick up that stick…..
I am an avid fisher, nothing is better on a balmy afternoon than floating along the river near our home admiring the Spanish moss, giant oak trees and listening for the splash of a turtle rolling off a log…. Unfortunately for me I am ONLY good at fishing. I rarely catch anything. I have tried…
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 