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…
And by that I mean “It’s been a MONTH? HOW?” and “It’s been A MONTH. How did all that happen in a month?” Oh man, where to begin… Well, I guess first off, I should announce that any of you who have linked to me should update your links to rebekahloper.com. Yes, that’s right, I…
Five posts from five different bloggers on five mostly-different topics that I’ve very much enjoyed.
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.
I was done with Monday by 8:30 this morning. I can’t remember if I mentioned Ginger (one of the hens) was sick or not. I know I mentioned it on Facebook. 99% sure I mentioned it here – she was the one we had to give antibiotics.
I was honestly planning that the next ‘down on the farm’ post was going to be a virtual tour of the new chicken coop. But I haven’t even taken those pictures yet. Instead, it’s going to be about Oklahoma weather. Oklahoma SPRING weather, to be exact. If you know anything about Oklahoma, you know that…
If I thought that my last post was going to be my most frustrating experience for January… I was so wrong. I’ve been a bit silent, both on social media and here on the blog, because last week was really rough. A week ago Sunday, we finished the new coop. We got the chickens moved…
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.
