Category Archives: chickens
I go out to pick blackberries at about 8pm. Four of the flock of five chickens come running for discards. No Gertrude. Now, Gertrude is my first chicken. I guess at this point she’s about 3 1/2, which is at … Continue reading
It’s been far too long since I have offered any stories of my attempts at homesteading. I am vowing to begin to post again, and have created a facebook page for the homestead. In the mean time, here I am … Continue reading
Been busy with the day-to-day of work, mostly. My home-based business is doing well, and in my rapidly dwindling spare time, I freelance as an artist, which has also been going well. I sold a trio of rabbits, and have … Continue reading
This heat, I mean. I spent all weekend playing musical rabbits. Boobs and her babies are still indoors, but Buddy and the two boys who I am too much of a weenie to have processed yet are still outside. They … Continue reading
Well, Lucille must speak English. I told her yesterday, “You know, I’m a little worried with you only laying an egg every 5-6 days or so. Please don’t make me poke and prod you. You have ’til tomorrow to lay … Continue reading
Lucille has until tomorrow to lay an egg, or else I do something drastic. And by “something drastic,” I mean figuring out what to do for an egg bound chicken. Which, to a chicken, is likely very drastic.
Well, the slaughter was the first hurdle. The second was whether or not I’d actually be able to eat an animal I raised. I had an early and light lunch, and roasting chicken always takes so much longer than I … Continue reading
It was absolutely sweltering yesterday, but it was pretty much the only day I could arrange with my friends to slaughter the meat chickens. Everyone arrived at about 4:30. I paced around the house with my heart in my throat … Continue reading
So two and a half weeks ago, I got half a dozen cornish rocks who were, at the time, about a week and a half old. In addition, I also got another Easter egger chick and a cochin chick. I … Continue reading
No more meat birds until you have a farm. Ugh.