Lady GrayBeard, my favorite Easter Egger
After 20 impatient weeks we have our first EGG! Our sweet little Speckled Sussex, Tipsy, proudly laid that little beauty today. I wasn’t expecting it from her, as she has not shown any comb pinking or squatting yet. I thought the first egg would come from one of the Welsummer hens, who have all had lot of red come into their combs and been singing beautiful egg songs for the last 2 weeks. I can’t wait until all my girls are laying!
I’ll be blowing out and drying that first egg to keep!
I have so many things to write about, from the chickens to the new baby pigs and our first calf disaster. But, the big news gets to go first!
The Sunday Dinner Farm will be moving out of my imagination and into reality by the end of this year! We will soon begin the slow move to the farm on the mountain and start planting our roots. It will not be quick or painless, I’m sure. But it will at least be a step towards all of our future plans. Now, who wants to pack boxes? And where’s the number for the dumpster company? Pretty sure all of those boxes that have been sitting in the attic, that never got unpacked during the last 3 moves, don’t really need to go with.
I have many photos to post soon, but for now at least it’s an update!
The chicken camper is finished and the girls are being coop trained. We will install the nesting boxes later this spring and my daughter and I will paint the camper.
The ladies will be getting their first taste of the outside world in the next few days when they get to explore their run for the first time. They have grown from the little fluff butts to gorgeous, glossy girls! So far only two have names since they are the only two I can tell apart from their breed mates.
Their run is fenced and will be seeded this weekend. We still need to work on hawk deterrent as there is suddenly a hawk flying around a few times a week that has never been here before. The top of the run will be reinforced this weekend.
It’s been a busy few weeks at the homestead. I’m pretty sure my son is going to grow up thinking everyone has a backhoe in the backyard!
We are anxiously waiting for Big Momma Harriet to calve at the Red Barn. She looks quite the sight at the moment with her heavy belly and half of her winter fur shed out. Last year’s little heifer, Rosabelle, grew like wildfire over the winter. She is nearly as big as her Momma. She is going to be rather cranky when it’s time for Momma and the new calf to move to their own pasture.
We took the kids over to the red barn last weekend and put them both to work. They helped me scrub the summer water tanks, muck the last of the winter manure out of the barn, helped their Papa clean the hay loft, and rode with their Daddy to push the cows to spring pasture. It was a wonderful day of family play without any gadgets or gizmos!
The sow at the farm on the mountain is ready to deliver any day. I love those first few days of new piglets when those little babies are shiny and dainty!
Our plans for this years large garden are under way, with minor setbacks. We started the tomatoes, peppers, brussel sprouts, and broccoli indoors last month then moved them out to the enclosed greenhouse with the rhubarb, strawberries, and currants. We jumped the gun and lost the tomato, brussel sprouts, and peppers last weekend when the temperature dropped suddenly overnight. I’ll be replanting those this weekend.
Tomorrow the chicks will be a month old! We lost four that first weekend after arrival, but the remaining 21 are growing like crazy. They are fully feathered now, only a few still have any down left on their backs. They have about 2 inches of tail feathers and most of them have combs showing. I’m still a little nervous that I might have a few Roos, time will tell.
I’ll be taking their 1 month photos tomorrow to post. Quite a change!
Warming up after a cold trip! The red light throws off the pictures, but they were so cold when we picked them up that I wasn’t going to take them out of the light to take pictures. They are spreading around the box, running around like maniacs. I will try to get better pictures this week now that they are on the move! I love to see BossyBritches with a smile on her face.
The daily prompt challenge for today is to “explain why you chose your blog’s title and what it means to you.”
For me, it is pretty simple. Mostly. The Sunday Dinner Farm is the name that I hope to someday have hanging in front of the farm that I hope to someday create with my husband and children. Hopefully…
But, until then, the Sunday Dinner Farm is a place in my heart. It is the collection of ideas, efforts, and dreams that my husband and I share as we raise our children. It is knowing in our core that we want something different for our life and our babies, that this frantic keeping up and chasing round is just not what we are meant to do.
The Sunday Dinner Farm is our garden, our animals, our livestock and our hope. It is more than just becoming prepared, or self-sustaining. It is the idea that we can nourish our bodies, hearts, and children from our own land. Teach them to think, truly think, about what they can contribute and what they are taking. To walk past trendy/returning to our roots and build the home and farm that our children will carry with them wherever they land in this world. It is the picture in my mind of having my children, family, and friends sitting around my table on a Sunday afternoon. I can see the food from our farm being passed, the noise rising and falling as we laugh, talk and truly enjoy each other. It is being married to my best friend, no longer the young boy I had a crush on 20 years ago, and loving the way he says,”We’ll be old together someday. We’ll sit on the porch and rock and remember when we were young.”
And we’ll have a full house for Sunday Dinner.