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Showing posts with label chickens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chickens. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

What's Going On Here?

I wanted to share a joke with you, but because I found such cute pictures, I will sneak them in also. Okay, the joke first.

Shopper:"Don't you think these eggs are rather small?"
Storekeeper: Yes I do. That's the trouble with farmers these days. They are so anxious to sell their eggs, they take them out of the nests way too soon."




And now for the finishing touch!



Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Something's Fishy On the Farm



Have I ever told you about our dearly beloved chickens? Okay, I’m not ‘silly’ about them in that I carry them around in my arms all day or anything like that. For one thing they’re far too many, and another thing…well I don’t want---that—to happen, --- y’know?

But anyway, I do like them, and they are one of the major attractions over here at Hollyhock Haven Bed and Breakfast because they are free range. (When it’s warm enough, I mean.)

Well I like those ole birds and I’m ‘specially fond of the little chicks that hatched out under the cozy wings of a broody hen.

So it was with puzzlement and concern that I kept looking over the chickens  to find the chipper brown one with the black tuft on her tail. Where in the world did the little gal go? There were no dead ones flopped over in the sawdust, dismaying me, and it’s too cold to let them outside, so WHAT HAPPENED?

Well, this morning my husband announced that there are more than one missing. In fact several have disappeared. What? WHAT??!! Who in the world would want a chicken? It’s too late in the season for wilderness parties, too cold for them to be strutting around in someone’s back yard. And they are a lot of work to get from the hen house to the frying pan.


Maybe that’s why the dogs have been more yippy lately.


Brings to mind one of my favorite stories: way back when one of our brethren- you know as in church members—was raising pigs. One day one of the suckling pigs was stolen. Well, he never said a word about it to anyone. Pretty self-controlled, eh?
The years rolled by, as they have a way of doing, then someone asked him, “Ever find out who stole your pig?”

“Yup,” he said, “Right now.”



Friday, March 28, 2014

Hurry, hurry, Hurry!


For some reason I was almost, almost but not quite idle sometimes last winter but this year I seem to be racing from one project to the next. At this rate I won't find time to grow elderly and snooze in a rocking chair!
My mind is racing so fast I won't spend time writing off a ponderous essay so will dash off a few pictures. (It's more fun that ways, not?) Pretend that's me shooting off this blog
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