Author: Cecilia Mary Gunther
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Camo Cat
Apparently the White Chickens are not the only ones hiding in the bushes. Can you see Mr Flowers? He hung out with the meat chickens all day yesterday. Tucked into their weedy bushes. There is a space for him (Mr Flowers) and the layers to hop in and out of the white chickens run; over…
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Two Egg Handicap
Yesterday, at the beginning of afternoon chores I collected the last two eggs. This in itself is not news-worthy. However, with time always at a premium nowadays, I did not run them up to the house straight away. I proceeded with my work, carrying my two egg handicap in my hand, as you do. Waiting…
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The chickens meet Bald Eagle and Bastard Mink
The white chickens have been putting themselves to bed lately – now that it is cooler – so I have not been closing their big door. With the latest run of late nights in town I let this stand. Focused on other priorities. It did not occur to me to think of eagles and hawks.…
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Bigger. Wider. Better.
I had a good few hours of farming yesterday. The Night Nurse was going to study at home all day which meant we had cover for The Matriarch and I did not need to be told twice. After reading yesterday’s post you will understand why I fairly bolted out the door. White Chickens I spent…
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A Tough Few Days.
With The Matriarch’s Permission. A podcast. Getting old ain’t for sissies. Please share. We have many, many caregivers of elderly relatives from all walks of life out there. There are literally millions of us. Unpaid and untrained living with more responsibility than they can handle but they do. Handle it. This is only one tiny…
The Kitchen's Garden 