Lilacs from our garden
This spring has been absolutely magnificent! Typically spring in New Mexico has weeks upon weeks of winds that gust up to 60mph along with warm days and really cold nights that can get down below freezing. This year I could count on one hand the totally windy days and the temperatures have not been all Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde like. Our 15 year old lilac bushes that are still only two feet high bloomed for the first time. Our peach, apple and plum trees were able to bloom without a freeze or the winds taking the blossoms out. We’ve got our fingers crossed that we’ll be getting fruit this year. It’s a great start. Mike and I have gotten a jump on cleaning out our gardens and he’s been working to expand them like a crazy guy. If you missed his post last week on the garden go check it out here. » » »
After last years disasterous chicken farming season I was almost ready to give up. With the bees gone I’m not feeling like a very successful mini-farmer. So as an unsuccessful mini-farmer I’m going to follow my typical impulse and try, try again; I’ve decided to raise 200 chickens this year. I ordered them to arrive in batches of 50 last week. They will be coming every 3-6 weeks over the next 6 months.
1 week old Cornish XRock chicks
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Some of you know about our Blind Chicken but for those of you that don’t, let me give you a little background.
We have a six year old Americana (OK, she’s really an Easter Egger) chicken. About 3 years ago I was in the chicken yard and noticed she was staying close under my feet. Something wasn’t quite right, she ran into a wall and was clearly surprised it was there. I called Mike out to watch her run into things and sure enough her eyes were cloudy and she appeared to be only able to see shadows. From that day on we called her ‘The Blind Chicken’. We’re not real big on naming our chickens around here. It goes back to when the girls were small. Each Spring I would order 25 chicks. The girls would coo and cuddle these fluffy little chicks and name one, maybe two. Inevitably a few days later that would be the chick that died. Dumpling had a crying fit one day on the way to school and wouldn’t calm down until we promised to bury and hold a proper funeral for this dead chick. Everyone agreed, no more names…. » » »
Here’s what we’ve been reading, listening too and playing with this week:
Molly: You know I just can’t help but love a great chicken story!
Mike: We’re both jealous of this woman’s art…Check out her amazing birds.
Molly: Mike, what about your new ‘girlfriend’?
Molly: Ya know!
Mike: Oh, Tara…she’s so snarky and funny! Come on, Honey! You like the way she twitters. Admit it. » » »
I’ve had it! After keeping chickens for over a decade I have never been inundated with so many roosters as I’ve been over the last year! I’m not a rooster lover, or should I say I like them only on certain terms which would be my terms: You need to be nice to me and the hens and you don’t crow all day and night. Most of our roosters don’t agree to my terms and end up in the stew pot… What?! At least I know where they came from! » » »