We spent a few days in Branson last week and returned to a mound of eggs from our seven feathered friends. I guess we can call them "spring chickens," no matter their age, because these longer days and doses of sunshine have our girls firing on all cylinders after their brief winter hiatus. While we didn't expect this sort of egg explosion, we did know there would be several eggs awaiting our return, because our sweet little girls, Tater and Tot, never stopped production, even on the coldest of winter days. These two ISA Brown beauties have definitely earned their keep by laying eggs almost every day since late summer.…
My Babies Aren’t Chicks Anymore
Our "babies" finally spent the night outside with the big girls this week, and everyone is still clucking, so I guess we will count it a success. We had been slowly acclimating the four youngsters to the older hens by letting them spend most of their days outdoors, but we were also gathering them up at night to nestle safely into their basement abode.
Baby Chicks on a Rainy Day
I don't know what brightens a rainy day better than the peep peep of day-old baby chicks! My husband came home yesterday carrying a small box with the cutest little fluff balls of cheeriness inside.