Animal Algebra


I probably just used algebra in real life. I don’t know for sure how that feels, but it was vaguely the feeling I got in school staring numbly at the chalkboard and trying to make sense of the equation. Chicken World was experiencing urgent issues, and I had to leap to the fore. Two sensitive chickens, one injured chicken, one dead chicken, four specific roosters that needed to be moved, a dog with a hurt and bleeding dewclaw, and two hungry kittens, the kitten food in the van and gone. All my algebra teachers would be proud, and that was the first time.

Kitchen Reno continued

The kitchen reno is slowly underway.  The cabinet pictured (with Ace and the basketball) will be detached from the wall and raised up to attach wheels similar to the red cabinet pictured.  In the meantime, we took up part of the floor to see part of what we will need, I emptied the cabinet, and moved all the charging ipads and phones out of the kitchen.  Onward!

Farmhouse Kitchen, Launch the Renovation

So, there hasn’t been any plan for a fancy renovation of our kitchen.  It’s more of an opportunity to up-do some things brought on by the fact that we have damage under our kitchen floor, which will have to be pulled up and re-done, and we need a little more convenience space.

Here are the ‘Before’ pictures.  Yes, its pretty messy, but I have to be truthful, it’s a farm house kitchen, there is usually a lot going on in this room, so its ordinary status is messy.

What I would like to do is- 1. Take out the wall to the left of the silver refrigerator, that will open this to our dining / living area and really expand our space.  2.  Turn the cabinet beside the silver refrigerator into an island on wheels.  3. Replace the floor.  4. Paint.

I will keep a diary of this as we go along.  (I am Sooooooo Tired of not having the kitchen floor in one piece, and that tarp!!)


The Fancy Chicken Baby Maker

FB_IMG_1471473918298My husband is pretty good with the incubator. He’s put in the time to figure out what works, what doesn’t, and how much attention it really needs.  He has hatched out some beautiful Americauna babies over the past two years, and seems to have a knack for taking care of them, from the tiniest newbie to the three week growth spurt, and into pretty adulthood.

Our daughter wants him to put this talent to good use and hatch some ” fancy chickens”, so we’re going to give it a try.  I came by some white silkies pretty inexpensively. They’ve gotten those gorgeous blue markings on their faces, and are just now 6 months old.

My Silkies, Sussy, Bev,and Sue, named after my three dear sisters in law, have distinct personalities.  Sue, the rooster, is a nervous sort. I walked in the coop one day when he had just learned to get up on the roost. As I approached to congratulate him, he got so flustered he fell off the roost.  Sussy is the most sociable, and usually the first willing to eat out of my hand. Bev will run around behind me, I guess so I won’t look at her, and she is the shyest by far.

Of the “fancies”, the funniest is Plum. He is one of a pair of Salmon Faverolles my husband got as a gift. Plum is a baby still, but growing into a nice size fat rooster.  Despite his size, he is so shy that he hides his head under his mate when we come in the coop. When you pick him up, he is docile ans sweet, but always looking for his lady.  

So we’ll include their eggs in the experiment when they start laying.  Fingers crossed, I’m dreaming of a coop full of fluffy entertaining babies.

Just Look at Her Udder!


I spent some of today leaning over in the goatyard checking out who had a swollen udder and who didnt.  I counted Pi, Racecar, Miss Kitty, and McGoats as probable moms around the end of December. We’ll have new baby goats before  we know it.  Little Pygmy goats running around, not even 12 inches tall, will be crying their little heads off, sticking close to their mothers.

REWARDS!  When you see those little guys, those are the days that you are filled with the hope that new life gives, and happy to be where you are, not fed up with yourself, hot, tired and leaning over looking upside down at goat udders.