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’…
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.
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…
So much for regular updates, NaNo related or not. November has spread me thin like butter over too much bread. (Yes, that is a gratuitous Lord of the Rings reference.)
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.
