Showing posts with label hens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hens. Show all posts

Thursday, February 20, 2020

Eggs!

It is still cold here, Puxawhatis Phil aside.   This morning, it was frozen.  The poor spring plants, crocus and daffodils were frozen. Again.  Mom said it looked like it had snowed.  The deputies were telling me about a few crash areas that occur, because the road never sees sunlight, and is icy. 

But...

Oh, yes.  There is the fine evidence that the season is getting started.  I have now surpassed my first dozen eggs from the girls.  It is now that I have to be a bit more careful what I feed them, so the flavor doesn't get imparted to the eggs.  (Read: bananas are OUT.)  They are getting out and wandering now, at least when it's warmer during the late part of the day.  I wasn't pleased to see they had dug up a bunch of my daffodil bulbs I had planted, but that is a hazard of chickens... Sigh.

But they are starting off slowly.  I am hoping to get a few more chicks this year, because I am now getting a few folks wanting to buy eggs from me, and so I will need to have a few more hens.  Some of the girls are getting... older, and aren't as productive as they were.  Aren't we all... Cough.

It's fun to watch them go out and wander around the pasture.  One will pull up some lawn, and gobble it down.  Another will walk, then spot a bug, and the chase is on.  Which, quite often, will lead to a couple more chasing the first, to see what she's chasing!  And Marshmallow, he's become quite a handsome rooster.  He insists on crowing at about 5AM, but I think he's far enough away from the neighbors that I won't get anyone upset.  He doesn't seem to crow all that loudly, but then, it doesn't bother me...  I might have another rooster.  Pepper's getting large and lanky, with turned down tail feathers.  Salt, however, is looking like a tiny, plump version of the other hens.  With moxy agogo.   I have to be careful, she is as bold as brass tacks on black silk.  She wants food, she will just up and fly to my arm, or if that isn't handy, hang onto my jacket, and peep loudly at me while flapping wildly and hanging on.  (I say peeping, because she still isn't clucking... Yet.)  I forgot to mark down how old she is, but with the way she's filled out, I wouldn't be surprised that we'd have eggs from her this season...

So, spring, while still in the thinking about it stage, is most definitely making an entrance!

Friday, March 04, 2016

Friday. Um. Yes. A post.

Well, I have little to nothing today.

I have been knitting hand warmers, basically a glove without fingertips, so I can wear them and still do most things.  I found that I astound the younger set, they think they are just perfect for iPhone thingies... Meh.  I find my finger joints aren't as uncomfortable.  If they are "wowing" other folks, well, that's just gravy, I guess.

I am finishing up my Not Quite 100 Square Afghan.  I am still crocheting the 'frames' for the squares, then the border after, so I will probably have another week or two on it, less, if I actually DO it... I try for about a line a day, it is such a long blanket, one line takes just about a day to do.

The hens are doing pretty well, I am getting 5-6 eggs a day, with the occasional gust of 8.  I am about ready to trounce one of the hens, she keeps picking on one of the younger ones, which leads to hiding in the nest box.  Which leads to a mess in said nest box.  eeeeeeewww...

I will be going to a few Neighborhood Watch events, the head guy has a whole rash of them coming up, so we shall see what transpires.

I have decided that I really wish I could go deaf and blind when politics comes on the radio and TV.  I don't care what party it is, I am beginning to feel there needs to be a blanket limit on how many times we have to listen to the same thing repeated ad nauseum.  Your mileage may vary...

I will hopefully be making some bricks soon.  Yep, bricks.  I have a brick making kit, where you can put words in said bricks.  Deciding that it would make nice plant i.d. items, I will be making my own non-blow awayable, non-fading, big tags, that will last more than one season.

Or that's the plan, at any rate.

Oh, and the Iditarod starts tomorrow...  MUSH!!!