Breakfast: French toast. The kids ate them faster than I could make them, let alone take pictures.
Put a door on the chicken tractor.
Collect the eggs.
Help a chicken with sour crop.
Stop to notice how beautiful the irises are, and wonder how beautiful they’ll be once we get to pulling the grass out of their bed.
Collect black locust blossoms for fritters and jelly.
Chat with a friend about homeschool plans for the fall.
Clean the hen house.
Start a compost pile.
Get drawn to the black locusts by the beautiful music of the bumblebees.
Put fresh bedding in the hen house.
Pull off a tick.
Notice the baby needs a bath. Again.
Enjoy my punk chickens.
Find a few minutes after the chores are done, the dishes are washed and the children are in bed to reflect on the day.
You know that bit in Genesis where God creates man to work in the Garden? I’m tired, my muscles are sore, my fingernails are dirty and I definitely need a shower, but I can identify. I feel like this is what I was created to do and I’m right where I belong.
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Welcome to Roscommon Acres, my little home in the country. I write here about life more abundantly, from the joy of a baby’s smile to the almost unbearable grief of losing a son. I am seeking beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, a garment of praise instead of the spirit of despair (Isaiah 61:3).
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Looks like you guys could use a couple goats to keep that grass in check.
Great pictures!!
Blessings,
Navah/Teresa
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We could definitely use some goats!
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“I feel like this is what I was created to do and I’m right where I belong.”
Beautiful! We should all feel like that at the end of the day.
And your pics are just lovely, really. Though my envy is still in hiding after the chicken processing post.
BTW, what’s sour crop?
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Sour crop is a problem with the crop. Different causes, but essentially the food doesn’t pass and starts to ferment in the crop. It causes bad breath and can eventually be fatal. You have to clear the crop, and one way to do that is to turn them upside down and massage it. If it is a mid blockage, they’ll vomit and be fine. We caught hers early. Not much came up and her crop cleared overnight when I took her off her feed.
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Lovely! I can’t believe how much sooner your flowers bloom. I have an iris bed much like yours, but they are barely budding.
P.S. I can’t believe how grown up Mouse looks!
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What a great series of pictures! Thank you for participating in Saturday on the Farm. Hope to see you next week.
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I was thinking the same thing about how grown up Mouse looks!
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I keep thinking that, too, especially when I’m folding laundry. She used to fit in these clothes I fold for my 3yo!
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“I feel like this is what I was created to do and I’m right where I belong.”
I felt exactly the same way last night – after two days of struggling to put in our 1600 sq. ft. garden (our first – oops, too big?). I nursed my blisters and sunburn in the shade with a big glass of iced tea, listening to my flock of chickens clucking in their outdoor pen, and thought those EXACT words.
Thanks for sharing the pictures and I wish you many more days like that one!
Amen sister! I love working in the garden. It’s hard work, but there is peace, and simplicity, and joy to be found there : ) It keeps me in close communion with my Lord to see His creation around me.
I love living in the country, I would love to have some chickens but don’t know much about them. We have dogs, cats, rabbits and a potbellied pig. We’re on our way. Still crying and love the picture of the little one.
I know, marybeth.
He keeps popping up in these old posts when I look at them and it makes me all teary eyed. I miss him so much.