Paige, our buff orphington hen who unbelievably, inexplicably escaped death a few months ago, has continued to crow, caw, clamor and creeeee from morning to night. She's always been one of my favorites, named by …
hump day nuggets: little bits of the season in photos and words about the last weekDid you know that milk chocolate covered raisins, red wine and a hot, quiet shower can be the most delicious …
hump day nuggets: little bits of the season in photos and words about the last weekSome bigger, stronger, smarter creature busted his way into the chicken coop last weekend and killed our hens. Four of …
Everything is feeling more like fall, which might be my favorite season. The days start to shorten and promise holidays soon. All that harvest from the garden after a season of cultivation and doting. I …
Whoo eee. It is a busy summer for our family. All full of good stuff--weddings, pies, swimming, dinner parties, afternoon parties, hikes, scrubbing dirty feet before getting in bed even though the sheets haven't been …
I have always loved Sundays but I love them even more now that I don't work on Mondays. Like a second Saturday with the breezy spirit of a Sunday.Lately, I feel that I have been …
As a pregnant lady with real and urgent cravings, I woke the other morning with a panicked understanding that I needed bran muffins. It wasn't like mmmmm, bran muffins would be nice, it was more …
Wow so this whole urban chicken thing is supa popular in Missoula. I wanted to add two more hens to our flock and couldn't because the chicks would chirp right on out the door of …
Ah, Milli Vanilli. How I adored them and was broken-hearted to find out they were total frauds.Anywho, I have rain barrels! Thanks to dig this chick's new sponsor, Clean Air Gardening.I have been in the …
Turns out Bossy P isn't a rooster but she is having an eggdentity crisis (those egg jokes are horrible but really hard to resist, no?). She is supposed to lay turquoise blue to army green …
So I was madly running all about yesterday trying to get my nesting box ready for the hens since they started laying already. And, while I was building said box, Clementine started clucking and wiggling …
Yup. We have eggs. Two of 'em. You would have thought the chickens were smoking cigars and speaking French with the level of my enthusiasm as I sprinted across the backyard in my pjs early …
