I feel completely out of touch with our chicks. It may have something to do with being away from home for a few days immediately after they arrived, though I suspect it may be more, well, more deliberate than that. Deliberate, yet subconscious. As though my superego is encouraging me to keep my distance. Perhaps… Continue Reading
Category Archives: Chickens
This Week in the Garden, Early April: We’ve Started Nearly 100 Plants from Seed. Oh, and, It Appears, We’ve Started a Farm.
Or perhaps it’s a farmette. If that isn’t too ridiculous a word. Which, now that I’ve typed it, I’m thinking it is. For years – nearly eight to be precise, since we received our first shipment of chicks in the mail – I’ve maintained that we are more homesteaders than farmers. Much, much more homesteaders.… Continue Reading
Not For the Faint: Killing it in 2010
Warning: This post is not all middle-aged puppies and stately roosters co-existing and having a lifetime together. Turn back now if you’re squeamish in the least. As I am frequently known to be not-so-serious, I must offer this statement up before you proceed or scroll down to look at the pretty pictures: There are no… Continue Reading
Toward greater self-sufficiency and possibly less smugness
I have to admit, I am feeling a bit self-satisfied. Springtime and its crops are bringing out the smugness in me, and I’m not certain that that’s terribly admirable. Certainly I have very little to do with the growth of the asparagus, chives, thyme, and oregano, or of the radish sprouts pushing their way through… Continue Reading
The Simplest of Egg Salads
When my sister first lived on her own, she would often call my mother for cooking advice. In hindsight, she might wish that the interwebs and its vast array of food knowledge had been available to her back in 1995, for she now endures much ribbing for some of those novice questions. For example, their… Continue Reading