I have went on long enough about horses let's get to the girls (my chickens). They sometimes more bother than they are worth. Like the nights they are not ready to go in the coop or decide to roost in the rafters then the chase is on! Better not write the names we call them when trying to round them up with below zero temperatures. I wouldn't be without the girls or their beautiful eggs. I do sell a few dozen a week when they are laying good. Chickens slow down or quit laying during the winter months. Once the days get longer they pick up speed and are good to go until the days get shorter in late fall. Even though we let the girls free range they still like to hang out in the hen house to lay eggs and roost for the night (unless being stubborn). The nasty job but has to be done is cleaning the coop and putting fresh hay in the nesting boxes. Taking good care of animals makes for healthy animals. They also get cracked corn, table scraps and old bread daily. I learned something from my oldest son that chickens love table scraps. Yeah! That works perfect for me. All the manure goes on the garden after it has been piled for a year and turned over with the tractor bucket frequently. One more time for handling that hay.
Have I discouraged you from wanting a little farm and animals or have you shaking your head saying, "never"? Here is the up side which out weighs the downside and why we keep them. We love them. There is joy of taking care of them, having a horse nuzzle up, the softness of their nose and the smell is something only a horse lover can understand. I also like to hear the leather saddle, yep it has a wonderful sound when riding. I don't ride now but a few years ago we had one that I trusted and dared ride, Ivy. We kept her for our DIL until our son hauled her to their "little farm" in NC. Ivy is still a sweetie. The chickens are just as entertaining. We take our coffee out after breakfast or supper to set and watch them scratching and clucking around the barn yard. Writing that just brought back a loving memory. Have you ever heard the song by Randy Travis, "I Thought That He Walked on Water"? That song could have been about my brother Bob. We went to visit Bart when he was stationed in Germany back in 1990. He had me listen to the song, I stood in the middle of Stuttgart with tears streaming down when one line of the song said it all. "He'd sit in the shade and watch the chickens peck, I thought that he walked on water". Exactly what Bob would do. I guess it runs in our blood for the love of animals. Most of us have at least one or more of horses, cows, mules, donkeys, chickens, goats and of course dogs. Between the horses and chickens we watch the best shows that television could never offer. I find myself watching out the kitchen window frequently during the day. We love company especially little ones, simple pleasures watching them gather eggs, pet the horses, play in the creek or pick some garden vegetables. I do love Cook'n by the Creek!
♥ Ivy ♥ |
♥ Looking beautiful ♥ |
Bangers & Mash tonight. Freshly stuffed Bangers made and cooked by our son.
Love this story! I have to believe that having a "small" farm fulfills that desire to feel needed and I believe as mothers we all need to be needed. Especially after all our kids have grown! Miss you my friend! <3
ReplyDeleteYou nailed it dear friend, we are so much alike! Miss you too. ♥
ReplyDeleteYou've made me feel like I've really missed out in life because of NOT growing up on a farm! So much work but so many rewards!
ReplyDeleteTrust me Diane, you and John live life to the fullest ♥ and so in to each other ;)
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