when east meets south
We cooked. We ate. And, after sleeping off the turkey-induced coma, we romped around the back leaf-strewn acreage. With a quick stop for some chicken-snuggles. (No, we do not eat our chickens. Even the crowing ones.) Indescribably thankful for this season, this family, and this sweet life. The Lord has been so good to me.
Yep. If you’re keeping count, this is our third batch of chicks since spring. Some call it chicken math. I’m not sure what to call it other than a ridiculous amount of fluffy cuteness. The first two chicks we bought in March – as hatching eggs – that were shipped to us and eventually hatched out and raised by our… Read More
Look what we found today at the feed store. Or it might be more accurate to say, look who we found. Honestly, we had absolutely no intention of buying anything that was breathing on our trip to the feed store. And we really don’t need any more chickens. But they were day old chicks – pullets (future hens), even. And… Read More
Towards the end of last summer, we took our then six-week-old chicks out on their first field trip. It wasn’t very far which, for first-time chicken owners, was just right. From the coop, down the hill and across the drive… right into the garden. And they loved it. So, when Juniper’s tiny brood turned six weeks, (or, er, seven weeks)… Read More
Last year on my birthday I got a hen house. And, subsequently, 15 chicks to eventually fill that hen house. Now we have 14 adult hens, happily living and laying eggs on the edge of our 13 acres. Since those chicks arrived to us at just 48 hours old, we did all the mama-ing… heat lamp, brooder box and basically… Read More
She did it, y’all. And I could not be prouder. I mean, I know that eggs hatch thousands of times around the world every single day… but to see it happen, first hand? God’s sovereignty over creation has just left me astounded. It all happened right on schedule, with us able to catch the faintest of peeps, ears pressed to… Read More
At last, spring has arrived. It’s been a crazy winter-into-spring transition, with afternoons in February warm enough to cause leaves to pop, and yet enough freezing-at-night temperatures to keep us waiting to transplant our seedlings into the garden until yesterday. The kids have already gone through several boxes of bandaids and a tube of Neosporin with all the bicycling they’ve… Read More
Six weeks old seems big enough for their first field trip. I probably should have tried doing this sooner. But digging deep into the interwebs trying to learn all you can about potential chicken-predators will make the hair on the back of your neck stand up. And keep your baby chickens under lock and key. So I waited until what… Read More
This year for my birthday, I skipped the practical. Leapt over the moderately impractical. And headed straight for the crazy. Yup. Chickens. 15 of them. The *15* wasn’t part of the plan, though… honestly I was thinking about half as many. But when you order chicks by mail it’s not quite like Amazon. So, at the recommendation of the nice… Read More