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

A Handmade Parade…of Voters?

Republican, Democrat, Independent, undecided, rabidly sure, die-hard party loyalist–is anybody else sick to death of this election?  I never answer the phone anymore without attempting to use my nonexistent psychic powers to tell if this is someone calling about chickens, or a recording blasting me with political speak.  Even our family discussions seem to be

Pardon the long silence, I’ve been taken by zombies

As I write this I am listening to the sickening shuffle and stomp of the zombies as they walk across the boards over my head.  They’ve stuffed me in the crawl space and locked the door.  Most of you were eaten before they caught up to me.  Since they like their…’meat’…fresh, they’re keeping me alive

You Can Take a Chicken to Watermelon, But You Can’t Make Him Eat.

Most of our chickens love watermelon rinds–it’s truly their most favorite treat ever!  Super Splash, our pet silkie, somehow missed the memo.  We were sad to see him missing out, so one day we offered him a piece.  Coaxed him toward it.  And finally tried to stick his beak in it. He was gonna love

Smokin’ Smokies

It’s funny, when I think of our trip to Great Smokies National Park and Gatlinburg, I think of tears and burning, despite my rating it one of our best trips ever!  No one cried while we climbed up to Ramsey Cascades except my legs and feet, which whimpered the last 2 miles!  Logging in at a strenuous 12.75, this

Releasing My Inner Alligator

Lots of people nowadays have a bucket to do thing–a never-ending list of all the fabulous things they wanna do before they die.  I’ve decided on a list of things I wanna do before I’m an official, can’t-deny-it-anymore grownup and turn Forty.  Any Freudians out there, please refrain from drawing any conclusions about my perspective on