baby chicks

We got our newest batch of chickens today. I started thinking that I have never written anything on this subject, probably because this just isn't my favorite topic. This is, to me, what sustains our lifestyle and allows us to live on this farm, it is our job. To Rodney, this is his favorite thing to discuss. He is passionate about raising chickens, and for this I am grateful. One of us has to be and it isn't me. I do what I have to and get the heck out. It is very stinky and poopy and hot, and you can't breath. I would rather be out in the open with the cows and hay or doing fence work or yard work. 

Having said all of this, I do enjoy the day that the chicks arrive. It represents a fresh start, a new beginning, a chance at doing well and maybe making a little money. Our neighbor, Alberto, who speaks no English, always comes to help us dump the chicks. It is fun to attempt to have a conversation with Alberto given our limitations. Most of the time it is like a game of charades. Once we begin our chore of dumping the chicks...things move along swimmingly. Baskets of tiny chickens, some with shells still stuck to them, are lifted and tossed and these little balls of down and fluff go flying through the air. The land among the the feed which they will start to eat immediately. It is also amazing to me when they start to drink from the waterers. You wouldn't think that something that was just born (or hatched) would figure that contraption out...I guess you have to think like at chicken. 

When the doors are closed and the chicks are settled in for the duration of their stay here on our farm, there is a sense of peace. We always say, "we're back in business". Every batch brings new challenges and experiences. We do what we have to each day and let God handle the rest. 

It happens in three's

First of all, I did not take this picture...I got it off the internet. I'll explain in a minute

Have you ever noticed that when something unfortunate happens in your life, that two more unfortunate events seem to follow?? This has happened to me all my life. It seems like if I break a dish, I'll break a couple more things before the whole thing plays out. Well, this has happened to me recently. The other day I went to the bathroom and as I was about to sit down, I heard something fall into the toilet. I looked to see what it was and it was my brand new cell phone. It was in my back pocket and went spilling into the potty when I was pulling down my pants. It seemed ok at first then it started going crazy. The screen went blank, it started taking pictures by itself, ringing, turning off and on. So, I took the battery out, hair dried it and let it just sit over night. Miraculously, the next morning it had healed itself. I still have to live with the idea that this thing I hold to my ear was once in the toilet. 

So, here comes the two unfortunate events that followed...these are the ones that make me want to cry as I type this for they are terribly unfortunate. I had Taylor's camera with me on Saturday while I was out fishing, thinking that I might have a chance at getting some good pictures...again it was in my back pocket. Well, I went to sit down and when I did, I apparently sat on a small rock just the right size and height to press on the LCD screen and render it useless. I thought maybe it might heal itself too, but so far it is out of commission. Then yesterday I was going to take a video of Rodney because Grace (my niece) was asking questions about him and his overalls. I wanted him to briefly explain, on a 5 year olds level, why overalls are great for farmers to wear. Well, my camera wouldn't turn on. I had just charged the battery and it failed to do anything. I have gone over it a million times trying to figure out what the deal is but it seems to have died as well. BOO HOO. I feel like I'm missing a limb without a camera at my disposal. 

I posted the picture of the bird, which is a painted bunting, because there was one at my feeder today. I was so excited and then became exasperated because I had no CAMERA. I tried to take one with my pitiful little phone camera but you couldn't even see the bird. Rodney was here to witness it too, thank goodness, otherwise nobody would have believed me. I think that I have warranties on both camera's. I'm not sure what they will cover or if they've expired but I will have to do something to get back in business. This isn't merely my hobby, it is my passion. 

Bella

Here is my new walking partner. Since Buddy died, we have been tossing around the idea of getting another "outside" dog. We all agreed that we didn't want another lab and that we wanted to get a dog that really needed us. I knew that if I waited and was patient that this dog would find me. The kids and I went to Wal-mart yesterday after school to do some grocery shopping and when we came out, there she was. Our old friend and neighbor Sandy Sullivan was selling them for $10. I instantly knew that this was it and I just needed to merely pick her up and take her home. There were others but she was the most playful and I thought the most beautiful, so we named her Bella, which is Italian for beautiful. She is part Australian Shepard and part catahoula...I'm hoping she'll make a good cow dog. She went walking with me this morning...I wasn't sure if she would be able to make it because she is still so little but she stayed in stride with me the whole time. I stopped a couple of times, once to let her get a drink from the little brook we cross and once by the pond, again for a drink. She is very sweet and playful. She cried for about 15 minutes last night after we came in for the night but soon was sleeping in her little dog house. I was so proud of her. Sophie and Charlotte were a little put-out with the whole idea of a new dog but seem to have bonded with her already, especially after we all walked together this morning. So far, she has blended in perfectly, and I love her already!!

Nature Walk

I sprained my ankle on Wednesday, my birthday, so my daily walking/jogging was slowed to a stroll for the last couple of days. Yesterday I took Taylor's camera with me so that I could stop and take pictures of all the lovely flowers along my path. This took me well over an hour to make my way around the loop which usually takes just over a half hour. I wanted to be upset at first because I had been slowed down, but decided to take advantage of the time I had been given to just stroll leisurely along and smell the roses. I couldn't believe all of the stuff I had been passing up everyday while I was quickly making my way around the loop. There was a surprise around every corner, under every blade of grass and behind every leaf. The first picture is of some sort of violets. They were happily growing in a patch of grass on the side of the road...the color caught my eye first and when I knelt down to peak in on them, I actually gasped at their beauty. There was even drops of dew still on them, as if they knew I was coming with my camera and wanted to look pretty for their picture. The second picture is of a dogwood(of course) and the third is of some pink honey suckle. I think I took about 80 pictures of rocks and moss and grass and flowers. I wish I could post them all. I sped up my walk today ... I've got a new walking partner, I'll post more about that later. 

PS...if you click on the pictures they will open full screen so that you can appreciate them better (for those who didn't already know this).

Gift

Wednesday, April 16th was my birthday. When I woke up on my birthday morning I was greeted in the kitchen by a package on my bar which was obviously a present from my husband. I must tell you that it didn't matter what was in the box, the gift was the gift itself. We both had a good laugh over the wrapping of it...a feed sack and duct tape. Very Rodney. Taylor came sleepily into the kitchen and handed me a card that she had made herself. She bought me a "bubble umbrella" you know the big see-through kind. I've been wanting one of those forever. The umbrella hadn't come in yet so she had a picture of it on the card. Kyle gave me a hug. I realized, in this moment, that this was probably as good as it gets. This goodness didn't come from being presented with gifts, but from standing in my kitchen with my family laughing, sipping coffee, and just being together. I don't know how it could have gotten any better. I thought about the people who don't have families and laughter, (or coffee) and thanked God for my life. I sometimes feel that I am somehow missing out on things, living this life of a farmer...but it is fleeting and I remember that I am blessed and that I have the rest of my life (however long it may be) to grow and learn. My dad told me that he hoped that I had a lot more birthdays and I said that I hoped so to because things were just starting to get interesting. 

A Changing of Color

For any of you bird watchers out there, please disregard my ignorance here. The finches that I have been lovingly feeding all winter are still here feeding this very wet spring, however, they have put on different feathers!! At first I thought that these "goldfinches" were simply arriving from some tropical climate, a winters vacation in Mexico perhaps? But I was thinking that they sure looked like the birds I had been feeding all along, so I got out the bird book and did some research. They are the same birds, only the males become this glorious golden yellow color during mating season!! I cannot tell you how this tiny bit of information thrills me. I'm not sure why, but any new information especially about wildlife is fascinating to me. I have heard about and seen a few creatures who change their skins to aid in their survival but these finches apparently change color simply to be beautiful for their mates. Just for beauties sake. I sure hope that their mates appreciate this marvelous transformation. It has certainly brightened up my backyard. 

Fence

Look at what I made!! This fence has been a vision in my head for years now and I finally got it built. I can't wait to surround it with flowers and shrubs. I did this all by myself. Rodney helped me with the drilling of the post holes and setting them, then the rest was me. I got the pattern off the internet, I think it is called Cape Cod. Anyway, I cut all of the pickets myself down in my dad's shop. All of them were made from cedar that came from my Papaws land that we cut and had milled several years ago. The cross lumber was stuff left over from chicken house construction...the only thing that I bought were the finials on top of the posts, some screws, and paint. I put four screws in each picket and there were 105 pickets total, my thumbs didn't work for a few days after finishing but they are getting better. I think it is completely lovely and it gives the front of my house a more finished look. Kind of like a double-wide cottage. :)