And cold. This morning it is clear and cold. I am not going to start chores too early because all the animals will be staying still and curled up in their warm straw sleeping in.
I am now legal to sell eggs to the restaurants in Chicago and yesterday the chickens laid almost three dozen eggs and the ducks laid sixteen eggs. They are taking a long time to get big though.
The egg inspector comes today. We are ready for him. Though little poo bum might stay in his bedroom for the visit.
More rain. More mud. More scooping of the poop. And sadly our little piglet is not doing so well.
There was a time I really did not like these ducks. But they have grown on me. Yesterday one got caught in some nylon.
I hate it when I sleep in. My day loses an hour and I never catch up. I blame the weather.
You can see the shadows growing long in these shots. Out in the late afternoon with my cows.
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…
LET’S look at that picture again. I knew these birds would be photogenic but they are beautiful.
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!
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…
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…