You know the old saying, “April showers bring May flowers?” Well, we’ve had April showers AND May showers, and all they bring is mud, mud, and more mud. Especially nasty chicken-poo mud. The chicken enclosure has flooded so many times in the past few weeks. It’s disgusting.
FIRST! Big news will be coming soon – are you signed up for my newsletter? You need to be! Especially if you’re curious about what’s been happening with the A-Zs of Worldbuilding! Um. So. Summer happened. I’m not quite sure how the last month passed as quickly as it did. Floofers (baby chicks) are doing…
So we’ve had a project ‘brewing’ for a few weeks. At the beginning of June, I noticed that Henrietta (our hen that internally lays) was broody. It was a bit of a surprise, because she’s four years old, and she’s a red sex-link (a hybrid breed) and they rarely go broody. Looking back, I realized…
Keeping backyard chickens is full of adventure – mysterious illnesses, likely clostridium perfringens, gout (yes, chickens can have gout), and the best part – fresh eggs.
No, not squashed floofs. Squashes AND floofs. Floofs are baby chickens. That is totally the technical term for them, hush. Squashes are… squashes. Acorn, in this case. Just FYI, Down on the (Sub)Urban Farm will appear approximately once a month from now on, and it will be mostly photos, sometimes with a bit of ‘story’…
Firstly, it started raining within 10 minutes of my post last night, and it hasn’t really stopped yet. And the entire system still has the tropical-storm-swirl to it, so it just keeps wrapping around and pouring more rain.
Tropical Storm Bill is about to hit us (or his remnants, rather). Fortunately, it looks like we may only get 6-8″ instead of the originally predicted 8-10″ of rain. That’s over the next 24 hours, people. Yes, you read that right.
It’s May. I don’t know how. It should still be February, and I can’t tell you how much I wish that I would wake up in the morning and these last two months have been a nightmare.
Warning: there is a (single) graphic picture of a chicken with a laceration in this slideshow. There’s no blood, though. Just skin and muscle.
