ANOTHER LESSON LEARNED

August 3, 2010

Every morning while the coffee is perking I go down to the coop and let the chickens out into the pen.  The dogs usually follow along with me. Yesterday when I entered the coop I spied two beautiful brown eggs tucked in the straw of a nesting box.  Like Indiana Jones picking up a rare archeological find I grabbed them up and put them in my basket.  I still get excited every time I find our egg treasures.  It feels good to be able to supply our own eggs without having to run to the store.  It’s another step towards self sufficiency.

The hens clucked and cooed while I filled the food bucket and checked the water supply.  They were out of water.  With the water feeder in one hand and the egg basket in the other I went outside to the rain barrel.  We have a rain barrel on the corner of the coop that is attached to the rain gutter. It has a lid to keep out debris and a spigot on the bottom that gives us easy access to the water.  It makes life a lot easier not having to tote water from the house.  I set the egg basket on the ground next to the rain barrel while I cleaned and refilled the water feeder.  Shiner and Ruby watched as I did my chores.  They were such good  and patient little dogs. I never thought to hook the egg basket on the hook next to the door.

When I stepped out of the coop door after returning the water feeder I was surprised to see one of my eggs broken, still in the basket and Shiner licking his chops.  He couldn’t have been more guilty.  I yelled at him, but it was really my fault.  I guess Shiner wasn’t the only one with egg on his face.  It was another lesson learned for me, but for Shiner….I think…not so much.  The next time eggs are within reach he would do it again. Although, he may think about it for a micro second longer.


LOOK AT THOSE EGGS

August 1, 2010

Sunday

Linda

The root cellar needed more dirt pushed up on the outer walls.  This will give it some more insulation and help to keep the inside at a more moderate temperature. Sonny called Robert to see if he could bring over his backhoe and do the job for us.  He came over Friday and in a blink of an eye he had his backhoe unloaded and went to work on building a bank of dirt on three sides of the cellar.   His teenaged son came along to get some OJT from his dad.  While he was observing his fathers skill at maneuvering the backhoe he asked if we wanted any laying hens.

New Hens

He has about forty chickens and wants to lighten his load a bit.  He said we could have them for three dollars a piece.  He would throw in a rooster too if we wanted one.  We passed on the rooster and said we would take three hens off his hands.  What the heck for nine dollars we get three hens to practice getting eggs from.  Yesterday we came home from town and found a note on the door that said our new chickens were in the pen.  They made themselves right at home in the coop and nice plump hens they are too.  I think they will fit in nicely here at Pot Hole Farm. Especially when they blessed us three beautiful brown eggs this morning.

Fresh Eggs

I guess we’re a real farm now that we have produce coming out of the garden and eggs coming out of the chickens.  Who would have thunk it.


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