"New Chickies"

The kids were so excited that we were going to get chicks. Unfortunately, the 25 or so in stock were already sold. The kids were nearly in tears leaving without new chicks. I reserved some for the following day's order.

...and despite the rain we went to pick up our new little ones.

A Foggy Morning

The Fog

So foggy you can't make out the hill with trees in the far back, just the tree tops. I like mornings like this, except for the bugs. You can't really see the overgrown garden from this picture, if the wind picks up and the clouds stay I will weed some more.

Then I went to let the chickens out of their coop. Gromit is checking out the corn I threw in the grass, he's nuts. NOTICE: The freshly cut grass! Yes, Lulu slept for about 1 hour and 45 minutes on Tuesday so I mowed the lawn... and proceeded to break off the middle blade on the lawn mower, gosh just when I think I am helping Gerry I actually gave him more work to do! He picked up new parts for the mower yesterday after work.

Gimpy GirlMeet the last bird in the pecking order, I call her Henrietta. One day in Feb/March the other birds singled her out and pecked her to a bloody mess. I quarantined her and until she could fend for herself again. I think an animal must have attacked her because her foot is messed up, see how she folds her talons under? She's a smart bird though, fights of the other girls now, for the most part, she waits in the coop until the others are out. I give her a special scoop of corn and she hangs out awhile until the coast is clear then she goes to the lilac bushes and hangs out by herself mostly.

All Our Eggs in One Basket

A big "Thank You" for Les my 'muddin' friend. He makes cool wood stuff, and while he was chicken sitting for us one week he make us this really cool egg basket. Which is really a great help.

Kohlrabi (sp?)

From the garden, colorabi (sp? trying it on a couple ways). It tastes great. We'd never grown them before. Unfortunately we let these get TOO big, and it's like trying to cut a tree with a knife. So we decided we'd try have batting lessons with them.

Cone Flower

I planted them this year, for whatever reason they didn't come back last year. Pays to buy a larger plant. The chickens don't eat these or the peonies.

Try, try again.

This felted baby rattle has been a lollipop which I thought didn't look so good. Then I made it into a pinwheel which didn't work out so well. Now it'll be a flower, which is shaping up very nicely.

Lulu Button

Also known as Lulu... she was being super cute. But honestly who am I kidding she's always super cute even when she's screaming at me. We had a really rough day yesterday. It was the heat I think? She was exhausting all day. Oh well, only 18 more years of fun, fun, fun. Good thing I love her with every fiber of my being!

Cultivating chickens

The ladies seem to want to help with cleaning the bugs off my windsheild and radiator... this didn't last for long, as I didn't want any extra deposits there!

It felt like such an incredibly long and busy week around here. Our visitors are gone, but we had such a lovely time with them, and we actually went bowling! I bowled a 117, and then a measly 78!

The vegetable garden is doing fabulous. We have beans daily, salad greens, zucchini a plenty, and spaghetti squash galore! There are some onions there… I cleared the tops of the bigger bulbs; half the batch just isn’t growing the same. It’s the oddest thing; everything on the Northeast side of the garden is smaller and sparse. I spent several hours in the garden last weekend, plus with the helping hands of visitors and The Cultivator* it seems like its ready for my week long absence.

However my clematis may not survive my absence. It has a new shoot, since following directions from my mom…but nothing as revived itself. Instead of cultivating wonderful flowers I’ve been cultivating chickens. The ladies have been seen plucking at the flowers, leaves, and displace all my mulch for a personal dust bath! I tried to put up tiny ugly fence up but that proved to be worthless and more work for me to replace the mulch and mend places in the fence so I took it down.

Oh what a nutty bunch they have become since Hen Who Crows demise, they seem to all have found their inner squawk, but thank God no of the other hens are crowing!

We are getting new layers everyday which is downright awesome! Averaging 5 eggs a day, so a little less than 1/2 the hens are laying. We need to install some extra laying boxes in the coop, they actually argue over who is going to be in which box with a lot of sqawking and feather pulling with eachother. We had a fake plastic egg in one of the boxes, to encourage them to lay (I don't know if it worked) but they rejected it this morning and pushed it out of the box onto the floor.

Hen Who Crows, a tribute... a rotisserie

Yesterday was the last living day for Hen Who Crows, as her neck met the chopping block. We did tell her nearly everyday, “An egg a day keeps the hatchet away,” so she was fair ‘game.’

So this is a 30 second tribute video to the beautiful white chicken, which lived 2 years ruling the roost, eating cracked corn and not laying a single egg.

(well having trouble posting the clip... will try later)

As we sat down for dinner we had a few good laughs as we decided the best way to describe her delicious free range, no hormone, no antibiotics, farm wandering, no egg laying existence boiled down to “Fun, delicious and challenging.” Maybe she is having the last ‘craw’ while we ate her meat like a picture from a renaissance feast, with our hands and teeth tearing away the meat because she was one tough bird! So another day is upon us, it is a quiet morning at 4:30 AM My Guy* gets up for work. From my bedroom window I hear nothing, not a “craw’ or a single hen wrestling around in the chicken trying to stay away from the Hen Who Crows as she always bullied the younger hens. I let them out of their coop this morning when the sun was just over the horizon, but still below the trees. The ladies hopped off the nesting roost as if still having the best morning of their young lives, a late morning with a lot of rest. Today will be a peaceful day, and let's pray none of the other hens feel they need to be the dominant bird! I worked little while in the pottery studio last night, and coupled with the butchering of Hen Who Crows I dreamt of beautiful bird shaped pottery with a light grey glaze and a blue trimmed opening with a wispy design near the wing. I wonder if it was a gift from above or if I have seen it somewhere and it’s written in my subconscious?

Frog Relocation

I was dipping pottery in my (basement) studio when I heard Farm Boy* tell me there were a bunch little frogs in the sump pump. We're not sure how they got into the house but in any case... he was going to move them into the swamp. The next evening I went down to take a shower and there were 2 frogs with me! OK, I love wildlife probably more than the next guy... but not so much in my house. Immediately that evening 6 frogs were relocated, and next day 3 more were relocated into the swamp.

I have yet to posted anything about our home projects at the farm, but this is the bathroom....

It has been under construction since October 2007. As old farm houses built in the 1940's go it has one bathroom, so I feel very fortunate that we have a shower in the sauna (where the frogs were)! The new tub is cool, jets and all, but for everyday I like a shower. We have marble wall tiles and slate floors to install... they will be awesome and complementary to the HUGE sink we bought.

About the sink, it's perfect for the 2 of us. First of all I have to quote one of my best friends Jess after getting married herself, "Sharing is soooo hard!" This sink solves all our problems, seriously... ok, well really close. One of the reasons I don't really invite people over... you have to have long arms to reach the TP.

When it's a completed project it will be really awesome. then it's on to the closet, the floors, the office, etc...

Now it's time to say good-bye...
These are the final days for the Hen Who Crows. We've put up with the not so rooster craw she does, and have been feeding her for 2 years. I heard some old quote recently "The hen who crows lays no eggs." I thought it was a euphemism for something... maybe it is and I just don't get it, but for me it is what it is and it's she has not provided one little egg, and she is NOT a rooster.


The garden is doing wonderful, except those plants that just didn't want to grow this year... 'you know which you are (spinach and watermelon).' We've harvested a wonderful head of cabbage, which made it's way into my crockpot for a traditional cornbeef n' cabbage meal. It seems that will last us until Sunday at least!


The pipeline company was doing some low fly bys this morning, so I went out to see the plane and saw a fabulous and rather large deer, which reminds me of why I love it out here.


Note: *101 names for my husband (all very nice).

a random August weekend

I went to the NLO Into the Woods production on Thursday night. It was great! I hadn't heard of the Broadway theater production, but they used fairy tails from Brothers Grimm. I was so caught up in the catchy, witty lyrics that I forgot to listen to The Violinist* playing too. Oh my I just have to say that the princes singing the 2 duets about 'Agony' is hilarious.

A complete set; I finished my knitting hat Friday night while I watched the news. It’s still a little big but I will add felt liners to the mittens and brim of the hat… and now I have something for myself for winter. Excuse bad picture of me... it was late at night waiting for My Peanut* to get back from NLO.

Saturday breakfast provided by our wonderful little Gold Stars. Then I was off to mowing the yard with the hand me down, time saving, riding Husky that my father gave me last summer. Oh, what a relief! The yard still takes 3 hours to mow, and of course that doesn't include what Farm Boy* mows with his MF tractor, but the old JD riding mower use to cause me lots of problems (steering wheel breaking off, screws falling out while I was mowing, engine parts coming lose, etc...) and this Husky mows well.

I felted coasters too this weekend too, I like that each is a little different. I did them all with roving wool and a needle.

I was cleaning the kitchen Saturday after making dinner for the family, and decided a hammer is the best solution for these 2 blue pottery blue pieces that have been setting around reminding me of my last glaze firing failure. I really should check into mosaics!

As I was typing the above, there was an incident in the yard... I got there packin' in time to see this pile of feathers and the chicken running back out of the woods. One dog was on the trail of the pesky fox, the other decided rolling in the scent of chicken feathers was more fun I guess, stinker (but the poor guy needs some surgery)!

So my coffee and me sat out in the yard watching, admiring the lovely Day Lilies by The Mechanic's* shop. These flowers take no maintenance... nor did I plant them, they came with the farm.

The shortest row in front is what I started stacking last night and finished this morning after coffee. The Logger* will be cutting more tomorrow I am sure. We are about 1/2 way ready for winter with the amount of wood split/stacked.

Well, I best get into the garden, since I discovered it doesn't weed itself.

Note: *101 names for husband

the good egg

We decided to try a new laying chicken breed this year, the Gold Star. Seems they lay about 1 month before the rest of the hens. It was just in time too, we actually had to buy a dozen eggs last week. We had older pullets, but we also have a fox who discovered the food supply, and ate all our layers, except one hen... but she doesn't lay eggs, just crows like a rooster (figures the fox didn't take her!). We call her Hen Who Crows and she may be dinner this summer. If she's going to crow like a rooster, she should protect like a rooster would too!

I posted about my sad Clematis the other day. My mom replied to my post by email: "Clematis' like to have the base covered with mulch/pine needles, etc. Water so that it is once a week but let the water hose on very low trickle and let it soak for SEVERAL hours. Cook roots and warm leaves. Don't cut the dry stems as they will probably recover with manure and then mulch and move water. said to put some manure on it and put the water on a trickle for most of the day." So I went to the barn Saturday and got a bucket of dry manure and followed mom's directions... we'll see if it perks up.

Our beans are growing well, which is awesome because they are my favorite. I know The Cultivator doesn't like when they are frozen, but I was thinking of blanching and freezing some so I can enjoy during the winter months. I will have to do some research on this.

I made a couple stops this weekend on my weekly grocery store run: the farmers market, the book store and the flourist.

1. I met a woman who will breed her goats to sell us a few in 2009 (awesome!).
2. Checked with the flourist on Alliums, to see if she was ordering them this year. She said September order. I am planting bulbs this year after seeing them in Ave's wedding... oh so wonderful!
3. Picked up a copy of David Sedaris' new book When You Are Engulfed in Flames... hehehe, so funny.

This week I'm going to the NLO show to see The Cultivator fiddle.