Country Life
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This chickie mama act is turning out to be a harder gig than you might imagine. The chicks are growing faster than hairs out of an old man’s ear. They have outgrown their square box, and I found it necessary to cut two boxes and tape them together at the ends to make a… Read more
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It’s calving season out here on the Golden Spread. Spring is in the air. Trees are budding, tulips are blossoming, and heifers are birthing. Heifers are young cows, first-time mamas. I might even be as bold as to call them teenage mothers. Unwed, teenage mothers. My husband says you have to watch heifers closely because… Read more
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While others are being entertained by Monday night TV programming, I am entertained by a chicken. My husband has nicknamed me The Crazy Chicken Lady. I don’t care. Sticks and stones and all that jazz. Although videography is not my forte, and I am using my phone, and there is a red light in the… Read more
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The sweet little chicks aren’t very little anymore. They are growing faster than anything I’ve ever seen. I don’t know if you can tell the difference in their size between the first and second picture, but it’s quite substantial in “real life”. The first picture was their first day with me, the second was taken … Read more
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They, whoever they are, say death comes in three’s. Since I last wrote about my chickens, one more has died, which brings the number of fatalities to 3. It was the little chick I was worried about before. The antisocial black one with a little yellow spot on its head who stood in the corner and stared. She didn’t even get… Read more
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Morning Time is quickly becoming my favorite time of day. I can easily say this today, on a Sunday. More specifically the Sunday after I’ve had 8 days off of work. Maybe tomorrow morning I won’t feel the same. Tomorrow. The dreaded Monday. More specifically, the first day back to work. The first day back to work after Spring… Read more
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I have officially declared myself unfit as a chicken mama. Someone call CPS. No, not Child Protective Services, ring up Chicken Protective Services. I lost another chicky. I don’t know the cause of death, I contribute it to Mother Nature. Beneath my electrical pole, it is beginning to look something like a chicken cemetery. Two down, Fifteen… Read more
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The chicks are quite rambunctious today. Soon they will need a much bigger box. Yesterday, I didn’t tell you my story of death, but today I must tell you that one of them did not make it. Nature has its way of elimintaing the sick and weak and I did have a sick one. When… Read more
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I received a phone call this morning at 6:40 from the United States Postal Service informing me that I had a package to pick up as soon as possible. I jumped in the shower, threw on my clothes, and rushed off without a bit of make-up. Yes, my friends, the day has finally arrived. The day… Read more
