Just For You

Whether you’re celebrating single-awareness day or just wishing those chocolates could also be good for you, here’s a couple valentines to give you a good laugh!   Hey, how do you know he’s not a prince? And here’s a sweet little manic-strawberry… Isn’t it nice to be wanted? My NinChicks would never let themselves be outdone by a

First Chicken Article Forthcoming!

This afternoon I signed the contract with Practical Homeschooling for my upcoming article “Going Beyond the Egg: What Keeping Chickens Can Do for Your Family.”  I’m pleased because this was several firsts for me.  First time negotiating a conract’s terms rather than just signing it.  First time writing on a nonfiction subject (rather than a personal essay-style article),

A blazing fire, hot chocolate, and a peaceable hour or two of…Dominion!

That’s what we’ve been up to.  Okay, sure, there was the flu fun and of course there’s chickens, schoolwork, and work work.  But lately whenever we have an hour free we pull out the games.  It’s awesome to have kids old enough to play the ‘grown up’ games, but we’ve got favorites for all ages and

The Sad, Sorry Story of a Hen-pecked Cat

Maybe it was all the times we squirted her if she looked cross-eyed at the chicks.  Maybe she’s counted and realized the barnyard birds outnumber her one hundred to one.  Whatever it is, our cat has decided to gracefully give ground when the guineas come looking for her food–and they’re always looking for her food!

If Cats in the Christmas Tree is too Old Hat for you…

I promised myself I woudn’t hatch any chicks after the first of November.  For one thing, I knew I’d need to clear out all chick and incubator occupied corners to make room for the Christmas stuff.  For another, I wanted to make sure I’d be ready to hatch in the spring–even if our crazy birds’

What kind of gratitude do broken boots give you?

Muck, mud, puddles, poo, cold, nails, shavings, dirt.  These are all things my boots are supposed to protect me from, and all things they let in when they’re broken down and full of holes.  But as I head into the flurry of our Thanksgiving week, I’m grateful for my boots, in whatever shape. See, my

Never Underestimate the Dangers of a Fluffy Chick

This was supposed to be a fun little blog post about how our splash chick got a bath and his new name.  Of course, that was before the scary turn that had me anxious about going to sleep last night, for fear I’d dream of drowning in my sleep. The chick, of course, doesn’t look like he