Mouse has been waiting for three years to show her poultry at the state fair and she is finally here, waiting in line to be called for Showmanship. That’s when I learn that after Showmanship, the birds won’t be judged … Continue reading
Mama was an australorp . . . . . . who hooked up with a red laced blue Wyandotte. It was nothing serious. She knew that. After all, he had at least fifteen other hens that she knew about. It … Continue reading
I lock up the barn at the end of a long day. I’m ready for it to be over. I was ready for it to be over when I woke up. And the whole day was beset with challenge after … Continue reading
Summer has made its arrival here in Nebraska with the heat index bringing us into triple digits. We’ve lost one broiler chick and the rest of our flock hangs out in the shade, wings lifted away from their bodies and … Continue reading
I left the children’s water table under a porch light the other night and woke to find this. I thought what any chicken owner would think. My chickens were delighted. So the next night I made sure the water table … Continue reading
Well, I left you with four upside down chickens bleeding out under a crab apple tree. Once that was done, the rest was pretty easy. Not that I had any idea what I was doing and there were definitely problems. … Continue reading
Well, we finally did it. We slaughtered four of our five Cornish Crosses in the front yard under a crab apple tree. Yes, along with the bathtub and refrigerator sitting on the porch, we make great neighbors. Fortunately for our … Continue reading
Surfing around the internet, I started showing my children some of the different breeds of chickens and talking about how the breeds developed and what they were used for. We looked at layers; we looked at meat birds; we looked … Continue reading
An update on our chicken experiment. The one where we’re comparing a selectively bred Cornish Cross with the dual purpose Plymouth Rock from chick to table. Here they are on their third day with us: And here they are after … Continue reading
We made one of the biggest mistakes I can think of in raising meat birds. We named one of them. Her name is Purple Bird. I think you can probably pick her out of the flock. See, a few days … Continue reading
I homeschool my children on a small hobby farm in rural Nebraska and write about life more abundantly, from the joy of a baby's smile to the almost unbearable grief of losing a son while 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)
