One about the ladies

I'm sure you remember the ladies.
They gift us with the fruit of their loins every day.
EGGS...just to clarify.


But have I mentioned that they are un-refined and completely lacking in manners?

Shocking, I know!




Case in point.


The ladies have been given 12 acres on which to "free range".

Apparently they have zero consideration when it  comes to "ravishing the earth".
Yes, 12 acres of luscious dirt and grass...and they have selected the only "flower garden" on the property as their stomping grounds.
If they chose to act more "civilized" they may be given the opportunity to "free range" more often.

But apparently, that is just too complicated for a chicken.

Second case in point.


I love that L-boy is unwilling to accept the "cold shoulder".
I guess he figures with the amount of time he spends with the ladies...he should at least get an acknowledgement.
At least he's persistent.



I small "cluck" would have sufficed.
Evidently, she is under the impression that laying an egg is more important than greeting a small visitor!

Like I said.
Rude.

The Great Outdoors

A few years ago, D-man was driving down the highway and noticed a for sale sign on a little chunk of land. A few days later we were the proud owners of a wooded hillside. Long story short, we now live in the "little house in the big woods"!

Yesterday, with a forecast of clear, sunny and 60 degrees, we decided to venture out and be one with nature.

The ladies and the man were allowed their first "free range" of the season. I've been bad about letting them out during the winter.

Free range=chicken poop on my feet

Mmmm, there is something so inviting about all that dead growth...isn't there?
Come on spring!
I'll be happy when she has sprung!



Let me take a minute to discuss Brewster. First off, he was a surprise.
We ordered a pullet run.
However, Brewster is obviously not a pullet.
He is also a tad on the confused side.
He communicates regularly with us.
The thought of a rooster crowing at first light is romantic.
The actuality of a rooster crowing everytime he sees a human is a tad irritating.
Brewster hadn't reached puberty back in the fall when we were still spending most of our days outside.
One day in the dead of winter, he began to crow.
Initially, it was such a sad attempt.
He was a late riser and never crowed until about 9:00 am.
He quickly mastered his morning greeting...however, it turned into something more.
He's obviously not being "heard" in a henhouse with 5 hens.
Possibly the reason for the crazed look in this photo.


So he communicates with us.
Every.time.he.sees.us.



But these make it all worthwhile.


However, I'm pretty sure you don't need one of these...


To get these...


Brewster was not impressed with that last bit of information..


Bolt takes a catnap.
All that "chicken stalking" is hard work.


Living on a property overgrown with pine trees has its benefits.

When a little boy gets the itch...


To cut down a tree...


He can!



But the most pleasing part about living "in the woods"..

Is the glamour.
Eye candy, I'm tellin' ya.
Eye Candy.

A huge hole...

Cboy went out to gather the eggs today.

Our chickens are new to laying.

In fact, today was the first for one of the little ladies.

However, as you will soon see, one of the hens means BUSINESS!!

Cboy walked into the house after a little trip to the hen's house.

Little boy eyes huge with wonder, "Mom, one of the hens must have a huge hole!!!"

He then proceeded to hold up one of the biggest eggs I've seen.

In fact, it was a little disturbing to me.

It is sort of freakish.

I'm not sure I want to eat it.

Yes, this is the difference between a hen who has been laying for a week and one who just began her duties today!

One of these eggs is not like the other............

Look at the size of that egg in my 4 year olds sweet, dainty hand.



All this being said...I'm sure the other hens are seething with "egg envy"!

The End!