Category : Chickens

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  I have always thought it would be wonderful to adopt children. It hurts my heart to think of all the precious babies (and young children) who are out there, in need of a loving home. I once suggested it to The Country Boy, and after much deliberation, we realized that it just wasn’t something …
  In this instantaneous world, we want what we want when we want it and how we want it. Period. Using a microwave, we can have a meal in minutes. With cell phones, we can get all our calls now. And if we have a question, we can access the internet and have more answers …
I don’t tolerate bullying. I don’t like it, and if I see it, I do my best to stop it. My mornings usually begin in the chicken coop. I open the hatch first, and smile while I watch the avalanche of feathers as chickens come pouring out. From there, I head to the walk-in door, …
  So you have decided to raise chickens, and have poured over the catalogs determining which breed you want. After hours, and very possibly days, you’ve agonized over each one, and finally narrowed it down to something manageable – in other words, you didn’t give in and order two dozen of every variety. The chicks …
  Spring is just around the corner, and this Farm Wife’s fancy has turned to chickens. Every year around this time we start working toward rebuilding our flock, and are usually trying to order way more than we can handle. It’s like being in a candy store, and wanting a fist-full of everything! It’s hard …
There is nothing that gets a Farm Wife excited more than new life. When it happens in the kitchen, it is even better – I don’t have to slog through the mud to watch. As usual these days, I was rushing around Monday morning, trying to get ready to leave for work. It was first …
Not having enough money in the budget can get a bit aggrieving to a farmer. Since all too often the cost of something is more than we can afford, the Country Boy has gotten into the habit of saving what I would call nothing but bits and pieces of junk. There are days when I …
. . . especially when she is lamenting a failed incubation and is in serious frugal mode. It’s not a good mix. Let me explain. It all started out innocently enough. Randy and I had to go to Shreveport to the bank and run a couple of errands. When we were finished, Randy wanted to …
     “It’s just a chicken,” the Country Boy told me. I disagree. This big boy, Foghorn Leghorn, is not just a chicken – he was Sheila’s baby boy, and she has entrusted him and his eight wives to me. He isn’t ‘just a chicken’, he’s a gift and a responsibility. My friend Sheila was finally …
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