Monthly Archives: March 2008

chick chat

And I thought my bug was growing fast. The girls are all bird-like all of the sudden. Peep and poop. That is the life of my chickens. Dee is definitely not a Dee (the Ameraucana, the chick with the dark stripe on her head). At first I thought she was grandmotherly but now she is just a big, fat bully boss princess. So that is her name for now: big fat bully boss princess. Bossy P for short. It is cold and snowy in western Montana so these birds are the little splash of spring a girl needs. Read more on chick chat…
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bunny

Easter day started with Alice briefly but thoroughly enjoying the new toy I bought her at Goodwill. Then I made two blood orange upside-down cakes. It was only 8:30am. Partly because I was productive and partly because bug hadn’t slept and so I hadn’t slept and I eventually gave up and got up. i We went to brunch at Laura and Craig’s house. Bug wore the amazing dress my mom made her. The dress is seriously so gorgeous. I might make her squeeze into it next year too. :: :: :: :: :: Blood Orange Upside Down Cake Read more on bunny…
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March snow brings April hope, yo

Thanks, all, for your comments. Andy picked a number between 1 and 23 (the number of comments) and the winner is Jane Marie. Congrats! E mail me at nicirae at gmail got com with your address and if you’d like green tomato relish or smokin’ plum butter. In other news, this is what we woke to this morning: It is great, actually. But whah. Looking back to posts last March at this time, my garden was so dry that I could turn the dirt and my compost easily and I was having to water some spring bloomers because they were parched. So, I am thankful (with a reluctant grimace). It does make me feel behind because my garden was totally ready to swallow seeds one year ago and today, the trench that is beginning to function as a regular annoyed topic of dinner conversation is still scaring my snow-covered, unthawed plot. Read more on March snow brings April hope, yo…
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dig these chicks

*I will select the canned-good winner tomorrow.* :: :: :: :: :: Meet my girls. Dee, Clementine and Ida: I am so psyched to have chickens. We have an Ameraucana, a Golden Sex Link and a Rhode Island Red. They currently chirp, poo and sleep in our guest bathroom. I (with the hopeful help of my loving husband so the project takes a few hours instead of a few days) now have to build our coop so they have a place to roam, peck, scratch and lay for the next several years. Andy is less than excited about this new project whilst we are learning to balance our previously busy life with a new kiddo. But I know he’ll come around when he enjoys those amazing eggs laid in our backyard moments before consumption. I have researched and wanted chickens for years. Missoula’s chicken-lovin’ ordinance passed on bug’s birthday. I used to want a monkey as a kid and am thankful my mom said no way. After my monkey wishes were crushed, I turned to chickens–a legitimate pet that doesn’t need diapers or the jungle; a pet that offers poo like gold, soil tillage, delicious eggs and funny companionship. Oh, chickens. Alice cautiously wags her tail at them and looks at me like, Come on mom, how many more creatures are you gonna divide your time among? Olive sits by the door with a twitchy butt. Sam, of course, is excited to have new friends that might pet him. This morning Andy got up before me and I sleepily asked if he’d check on the chicks. He came back upstairs all serious-like and said babe, we have a problem. Oh no, dead chick, I thought. I sat up. I think we should take them back, he said. They aren’t laying any eggs. Then he admitted they’re cute. Yes. He’s in.:: :: :: :: :: My Brooder: Our small shower stall is the perfect pullet habitat. I ripped down an old oil cloth to size, taped all the way around the perimeter and then bought pine shavings to place on top (I am told not to use cedar as ingestion can be bad for the wee ones. And, I read that I shouldn’t use newspaper as it is too slippery when wet and can cause broken chick legs). The stall is blocked off with a baby gate and I hung the heat lamp overhead from the shower rod. As I drove up with my purchased pine shavings, my neighbor, who was in his front yard, asked me if I had any use for pine shavings. I am not kidding. I literally put the bag o’ shavings back in the trunk, walked across the street and returned with his house project refuse. My favorite chicken book (and I have looked at them all): Keep Chickens! Tending Small Flocks in Cities, Suburbs, and Other Small Spaces Read more on dig these chicks…
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Today, I have been blogging for one year. One year ago today I planted spring’s first seeds, fell and sprained my ankle while running and was pregnant and didn’t know it. Little did I know that the most substantial changes of my entire life would occur right out there on the world wide web. I started blogging because I like to take photos and I like to write. It is like an extra bonus that people actually tune into dig this chick. So I guess I feel like saying thanks. In honor of my one year blogiversary, I would like to give a gift. Here is how it will work: leave a comment on this post within the next few days and I will randomly select a winner. I will then post the winner who will then e mail me their address. I will send said winner one of the following (their choice): a jar of green tomato relish or a jar of smokin’ plum butter. Read more on one…
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