Saturday, June 23, 2012

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Friday, February 25, 2011

on the news

For those of you not on facebook, here is the link to our news report. I was nervous and didn't smile much, but overall it turned out pretty well. Except that she said I taught myself to make bread, which I most certainly did not! I have my wonderful mother to thank for that!

Saturday, February 19, 2011

bad karma

If I believed in karma I'd say it was bad karma to complain about my chickens in that last post. I no longer have any chickens. None. All three gone within three days. I have decided two things: 1) chickens are way too dumb to be free range, and 2) never trust your kids to take care of chickens.

Two of the chickens disappeared in one day, in the middle of the day, and we had no idea what happened to them. The next day some yard guys that work in our neighborhood told us that the day before they saw two chickens wandering down the road. What?? They never left the yard before and one day they decide to go on a little field trip? So I can only assume that they couldn't find their way back (way too stupid) and got eaten by a friendly neighborhood fox or coyote that night. The next evening Coleman didn't lock up the one remaining chicken and it disappeared sometime during the night. No surprise there, but come on people, do I have to tell them EVERY night?

So I think we're going to start over with some chickens that have never been free range so they won't know the difference when we keep them locked in a small area. Maybe they'll stay in the pen instead of trying to get out. Keep your fingers crossed for us. This will be our third attempt at keeping chickens.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

delivery service

I can't decide how to feel about this. I recently made nice little nests for my chickens to lay eggs in right by their coop. They're off the ground, filled with hay, one for each of them--I thought they'd be thrilled, thanking me profusely. Instead, they have utterly ignored the cozy nests and decided to lay eggs here:

If you've never been to my house before, this pot sits right at my front door. So on one hand it's quite convenient for them to lay here, because I can open my front door and pick up my eggs. Claire said it's like in the "olden days" when they would deliver milk to your door. I totally agree. Very convenient. In fact, if you know anything about chickens you'll know that they make quite a bit of noise when they're laying eggs. So not only are they delivered, but I am also notified when they are ready. They're still warm when I pick them up.

On the other hand, notice the dirt all around the pot. I don't know why they feel the need to scratch dirt out every time they get in there, but apparently they do. There is dirt thrown all over the walk and doormat right at the front door. Not the most welcoming sight. The plant rarely gets watered making it very easy for them to throw the dry dirt about. I've contemplated moving the pot into the planter right by it, but I rather like it where it is. I don't fancy the idea of letting the chickens influence my decorating. And is it kind of snobby to say that I feel like it's a little bit trashy to have chickens laying eggs at your front door? But who am I kidding, I have 3 chickens roaming my yard. Can't get much trashier.

So either I can continue to enjoy my front door egg delivery service, or I can try to make them stop using my pot. Knowing as I do that they have pea-sized brains, I'm probably better off to just let them have the pot. Maybe I should just fill it with hay and call it good. Or maybe I should water the poor plant.

I Spy

I'm reintroducing myself to the blogging world today! And this is just the picture to do it:

This is everything I took out of Coleman's pants pockets (and a few things from his suit coat pockets) when I sorted the laundry today. This is very much a weekly occurrence, nothing out of the ordinary. I have learned to check his pants before I wash them, otherwise I end up fishing this stuff out of the washing machine. I don't supply all that candy, by the way. He gets 90% of it at the tennis club. I've told him only one piece when he goes for lessons--I don't think he's sticking to that.