Stripe-Stripe and the Melon

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…

Run, Chicken, Run!

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,…

About Time

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!  

Last of the Feathers.

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…

Stressed vs Relaxed

Whilst prancing in and out of the house over the course of an afternoon I noticed, on the 28th trip inside, that Agent had not moved in approximately 6 hours, 33 minutes and 5 seconds.  I considered thumping him gently to make sure there was still life present but upon closer inspection I saw he…

The Enemy

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…

Southern Baptist

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…