Thursday, August 29, 2013

Books

Tess Gerritson ... Last to Die ..... Easy breez paperback book. I finished it a couple weeks ago and I honestly can't remember what it was about.

Gone Girl -- Gillian Flynn -- holy catfish. I liked this book ALOT!!! Read this, Homestead!!!

Monday, August 26, 2013

All. By. Myself.

All of my kids are officially in school.

I feel like I have made it to some magical maternal right of passage.  It is the first time I've ever had all the kids in school. Between the four kids and two schools, I have about five hours of time during the day. I have visions of me being so productive. I'll have a little job satisfaction. I'll get so much done. I'll have time at the gym. I'll work out. I'll take a few minutes for myself every day. I'll work during the day so that I am a fabulous mother upon their return home.

Ah, what grand delusions I have this week! It's almost comical, isn't it!

And then there were 6.

When you have chickens, you need a hen house. And a chicken run. I'm planning to coop, house AND partially free range my birds, so the next part started out honestly and innocently, too.

'Twas the Saturday after our maiden chicken purchase. I was wandering through Big R with kids in tow, waiting for MOTH to make his newest firearm purchase. I was pricing and calculating square footage on pre-fabbed coop & run kits. See, innocent.  (What I learned, by the way, is that I need o build something.....they are too stinking expensive!!)

When along the center row I did spy several troughs of chickens under brooder lights. They make the most fabulous sound, you know. Then soon came a cute little cowgirl who said, "You look like you need some chicks!"

Of course I walked away.
But then I walked back.

Turns out she had a Blue Andalusian chick. Have I mentioned  that I've always wanted a Blue?  Blue Andalusians are the Weimer Reiner of chicken breeds ....  plus blue's my favorite color.  Fast forward here a minute to say that I did walk out of Big R with a Blue Andalusian and a Sicilian Buttercup.

Just like that I became a chicken hoarder!!!

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Chickens


Well, you can take the girl away from the farm, as the saying goes, but you CAIN'T (I say with thick accent) take the farm out of the girl. 

It started innocently enough.  We were looking at these adorable little chicks at the area Farmer's Market on Thursday.   

We were full of 'oohs' and 'ahhs' and 'they make the cutest noises!" 

Which was followed by my usual,  "Back when I was a kid . .  " schpeel.   

Then MOTH called from the car with lunch, (as we had planned) and put the kabosh on everything.  We left.  And got lunch from the car.  And one of the kids said, "dad, can we get chickens?"  

You all know what his answer would be.  'Cause y'all know him as well as I do.  He bellers a big, resounding 'NO' to everything.  And that was before nicotine withdrawal and generalized grumpiness.  "No." is his standard answer.  

So jump back and fall down when he said, "sure."

It feels like this is a good place to insert my feelings on chickens.  I love chicks.  I love chickens.  I love the eggs.  I love the garden aspect.  I have, indeed, wanted chickens for quite a while.  

So, with me actually wanting chickens and dad saying "sure, here's what we brought home on Thursday: 

Meet Popcorn, Dobby, Penny and Missy, respectively . . . our new backyard flock.  I'd say that they  have stripper names, but that would be stolen from a chicken blog I read.  Anyhoo.  






Well, it dawns on me that I listed them in big-to-small child birth order, not photographic order . . . . so that would be be:   Dobby (is Little's), Missy (belongs to Big), Penny (goes with Middle) and Popcorn (is paired with Mimi).  Mimi, by the way says, "PO-korn", like there is no second 'p'.  

We love them.  I love them. 

We've already read four books on chickens and urban chicken-keeping.  They are adorable and I absolutely, positively love them.  Not to mention the kids.  They are in LOVE with the new backyard flock!  


Hoarder.

It is quite possible, indeed, that I am a chicken hoarder.

Wednesday, August 07, 2013

Adventures in Scuba

Big did an incredible job @ scuba.  She's kind-of a water natural and she had a really good time. 

Middle started out like gangbusters, but experienced first-hand the moment of underwater, "I'm going to die" panic.  Weighted down and panicking, she quickly determined that scuba is simply not her cup of tea. 

This was Little's second time in the scuba pool.   He really loves it.  He's really looking forward to Hawaii next year and diving with the turtles.  I haven't told him yet that it's not SCUBA, just snorkeling . .. . but I think I'll wait and keep his interest up.