Tag: chickens

THE LONG SHADE

You can see the shadows growing long in these shots. Out in the late afternoon with my cows.

THINKING OUT LOUD

Why is this a bad thing?  I talk to myself the whole day – of course I pretend I am talking to the dogs.  But – however. Thinking out loud helps clarify things. In fact, thinking out loud is a good way to get…

FOWL VOGUE

LET’S look at that picture again. I knew these birds would be photogenic but they are beautiful.

PLAYING ‘POSSUM

I think we have solved the mystery of the murdered chicken in the loft of the big barn. Boo found a possum in there yesterday evening. And grabbed it!

MORE BIRDS

I READ once that every millionaire has more than one avenue of income. Not putting all her eggs in one basket so to speak. Making a little money from a farm is not too hard but making a PROFIT is near impossible. And laughable…

EGGS GALORE

The chickens are supplying us with at least three dozen eggs a day sometimes more. One dozen a day goes to the pigs and the others are sold.  Last week I sold fifteen dozen eggs. The pigs had a few less though. This week Jake…

TWO BY TWO

A little sun and out they come. 

CROOKED BOTTOM

I had a chicken catcher visit yesterday. A young man who spent a couple of hours sneaking up on the runaway chickens catching them and returning them to the chicken coop. So to date there is only one (or maybe two) still wandering about…

NOT PRETTY

When snow first falls it is pretty. Then when you are out in it it is pretty cold but soon it is just as used and worn out and unpretty as the rest of us. Though not without a certain  formidable charm.

SUN

Today we have abundant sunshine all day long. And the cows and I will be out in it all day long too.  It got a little windy yesterday. I hope you have a lovely day. Love celi WEATHER: Perfection. Saturday 11/25 0% / 0…

MISTY STILL DAY

Right this minute – it is 5.23am  -it is 53F/11C, really warm. And wet, sopping all over, really wet, wet air and wet ground and wet all around. I can hear water dripping off the eaves into the gardens and the water barrel. 

PORRIDGE

all over my face