Shortly after 6 pm I went out to close up the barn, like I do every night when the sun goes down. It is my time to reflect on the day that is over, to make sure the goats and…
Category: Chickens
Yesterday morning Hubby and I started out on a road trip as single flock parents. When we returned home we were parents to a second flock. Our second babies. We are very passionate chicken parents. We take this role very…
On December 27th my two hens Lois and Cleo got into an argument, that ended with blood dripping all down poor Lois’ face from a nasty bite on her comb. I took her inside, stood her up in front of…
Once upon a time there was a chicken named Loretta. Loretta loved to jump. Her love of jumping went right back to when she was a tiny little yellow chick. She used to like to jump on the arm of…
I have to admit something. I am an egg snob. Allow me to explain: I used to hate egg yokes. Some people like them all runny and slathered on toast. That was not me. Heck no! I used to break…
My friends, I have a confession to make. I have a terrible temper. Yesterday morning started like any other. I walked to the barn (shed. It’s a shed that I call a barn because it holds my animals), with my…