I haven’t grown cucumbers in a few years because my vine veggies just haven’t been doing too well – and I gave up. Since I had such a banner year with my squash in the past few years summer – I think I just may go back to cucumbers this year. So with the warm weather approaching and my love for cucumbers and German cooking (my great-great grandmother was from Bavaria) – I figured I would whip up another a great compliment to burgers and hotdogs. Cucumber Salad.
Well – it’s finally been done! We came together and built the ladies a nice big coop. Though it isn’t exactly the coop I had in mind – we bought a nice sized coop from Tractor Supply Stores. I like to think of it as a temporary coop for my ladies until we can afford a nicer coop. Like a “starter” coop, if you will. What I loved about this project is that it was a chance for Nick and his boys to get together and work on a project.
I did some “whitewashing” and then resigned to baking the boys some chocolate cookies – for all their hard work. It was really nice to see them work together and know that their efforts as a team would pay off. Now, the ladies have four nice nesting boxes and a decent sized run to play and lounge in this summer. I honestly couldn’t have asked for a better afternoon and a team of fantastic guys to make my dream come true!
Thanks, guys! For all your hard work! I’m sure the ladies will appreciate all of your endeavors as much as I do! xoxo
If you’ve followed my blog before – you know that I’ve always wanted chicks. Well, my life has shifted a bit and this summer seemed to be the right time to get some. I’m stoked.
Clearly, God knew what he was doing when he made baby chicks because they’re smelly and dirty and skittish, but literally the cutest things on the planet. They literally PEEP all day long!
Maybe it’s because I’m the proud mama of some new chicks – or maybe it’s because I’m a first time mama to my little nuggets, but I literally cannot stop watching them. We have a brooder (which they are quickly out growing – don’t worry we have a large one waiting!) set up in the dining room. The kitchen was still currently being occupied by the goat. Watching their adorable antics has literally become a past time for me (and Molly – my beagle).
There is nothing quite like watching 4 baby chickens suddenly fall asleep standing up. Seriously, chicks have the most serious case of Narcolepsy I have seen. They fall asleep standing, sitting, eating, drinking, alone and on top of each other. They basically look like they’ve had a serious night drinking and are sleeping off the hangover. Absolutely , 100% – dead to the world. I catch myself double checking to see make sure they’re breathing. Knowing that one day they’ll be big, fat happy and healthy hens is so exciting, but I kind of wish they could stay this little forever. I’m looking forward to keeping you guys posted as these little gals grow!
If you’re thinking about taking the plunge like me and investing in chicks – I recommend a few resources first:
- Backyard Chickens – is the most amazing, numero uno resource site for a novice chick owner – all the way to the most experienced. Everyone on the site is friendly and willing to help and I just can’t get enough of it.
- The Chicken Chick © – is another amazing resource site. Kathy Shea Mormino is a fantastic writer and blogger. She’s got loads of tips and her site is absurdly organized – which is something I love when trying to research a chick topic. She is also an amazing author!
- The Spruce – you’re going to see me post about The Spruce often. It is literally one of my favorite websites and my go-to source for just about EVERYTHING! It has a great section dedicated to livestock and especially chickens!
My 4 year old wether, Nubbins has been a houseguest in my house for over a month now.
He originally stayed with me at the end of November, for a week, when he went into kidney failure and I found him in the pasture unwilling to move. After 2 weeks at the vets’ office and 2 weeks at home – he went back out to keep Waffles and Persnickety company. After all, who keeps a goat in the house?
Fast forward to March – I went out to feed and water my loves and Nubbin’s eye looked like it had been struck with a bat. It was swollen, beyond red and oozing pus. I knew immediately what it was – conjunctivitis. Nonetheless, we hoisted him into the back of the Audi and travelled back to the vet – only to be told – what I already knew. It was conjunctivitis! Nubbins was going to be a house guest once again – how exciting. This time we were more prepared and set up the cage in the kitchen with wee wee pads, water, hay and a much needed broom. Nick and I went away for a week and were blessed to have an amazing pet sitter who minded him while we were gone. I was relieved though – because this time it was going to be easy. He clearly was going to be gong back out to pasture as soon as we got home! Nope. His eye looked worse when we returned than it did when we left. Another 3 weeks of medication and TLC finally cleared up his pink eye. I made up my mind – he was going back out the very next day. I even peered right into that nice clear eye and told him so myself. “You’re going out tomorrow and trust me you’ll like it”
But as everyone knows life has a way of not going as planned. Either that or I really have a goat that wants to stay inside and is manipulating me. Because – no sooner did I utter those words – then my boyfriend’s son, Noah, turned to me and said, “Why is Nubbins bleeding so much?”
I swear – I looked into the cage and there was blood all over his wee wee pads. Initially, I thought he may have cut himself, but the more I monitored him – the more I noticed it was only in his urine. Not one to take a chance and knowing his history with his kidneys – we loaded Nubbins up for a 3rd time and went back to the vet. He was prescribed more antibiotics and a daily dosage of vitamin C.
We are now going on just about 2 months straight and my once skittish wether – is a confident glorified house goat. He drinks from the dog bowls, head butts my beagle, begs for tickles when Nick and I are sitting on the couch and insists on getting brushed with the Furminator. I never thought I would say that I love having a goat in my house. After all, who does that? But I do. Nubbins has fit in well and is working hard at being a member of this family. Once it’s time for Nubbins to go back outside – I don’t know who is going to have the harder time adjusting – him or me.
Life has a way of getting in the way of things – and most assuredly shaking things up. After a super long hiatus – 2 illnesses diagnosed, some very difficult heartbreaks, 1 new blended family and a very chaotic life – I’m back (hopefully for good). And just in time to brag about my adorable baby chicks. My boyfriend, Nick, and I decided to invest in some adorable hybrid production Reds – which have now taken up a nice section of my dining room. Everyone is thrilled – the dogs can’t get enough of them and Nubbins (yes there is a goat in my kitchen) keeps sneaking peaks into the dining room. We’re super amped for these gals to grow up and spring to really start. What are you doing to get ready for Spring? Did you have a tough winter like us? Let me know!!
I had an experience happen recently. I wasn’t 100% sure of writing about it – but the emotion behind it was so overwhelming I can’t not put it down.
Perhaps, I’m afraid that I’ll forget it – or forget what it felt like. One of those moments – you experience in life that are so profoundly intense you want to live in it forever.
Like all things -there’s a word for it:
Mamihlapinatapai. .Essentially – in theory it can be defined as “a look shared by two people, each wishing that the other would initiate something that they both desire but which neither wants to begin”.
Though unlike most things – it has been said to be “the most succinct word.” Almost impossible to define.
An awareness so unparalleled – there are no concrete words to define it.
I knew of him – though I didn’t know him. Lord knows – he didn’t know me, but in that second when I walked past him and his eyes locked with mine – we knew each other. He stopped doing what he was doing, placing his pen down and politely pretended to be listening to the woman talking to him. But he wasn’t paying her any mind. His eyes were locked on mine. Our eyes fixed on each other. He held my gaze and neither one planned on letting it go. A challenge, intrigue, a familiar recognition? At that moment – there were only two of us. The crowd faded away and I was left in an unexplainable limbo. I felt like he knew more and wanted more of me – than anyone had in my entire life. No one had EVER looked at me that way. I didn’t smile, or wave – now looking back perhaps I should have. I was too overwhelmed. Not by him, per se, but the rawness of what had transpired. I kept walking into the crowd – severing the moment. I stopped. Flushed. Pulled from maelstrom of the empyrean I was drowning in, I tried to gain composure.
Oh my God …. I whispered.
I’m aware that I have been on quite the hiatus this summer. I do have some nifty recipes and pictures to post eventually.