Chicken Beard Love

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Lady GrayBeard, my favorite Easter Egger


First EGG!


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!

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Big news!

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.

Winter fatigue.

I haven’t posted much lately because this never-ending winter is sucking the life out of me. The chicks are now birds, the first garden seeds are planted, the camper coop is underway… and still spring just won’t arrive. My blood is sluggish and winter-weary. Can’t wait for spring to actually arrive and start feeling like spring!

The obligation of memories.

I live in a rambling Folk Victorian farmhouse that has long since seen the glory days.  It is old, worn-out and tired after more than a century of raising families.

It looked like this many, many years ago:bluehouse 1900

This farmhouse, and the two barns that were part of the property, were built on the  outskirts of my little town well over 100 years ago.  Now, my house is no longer a farm and the barns are long gone.  “Town” kept coming in the late 1800’s and my house is now one of many lining both sides of Main Street.

I love this house dearly, but some days it is overwhelming to stand outside and look closely. You can actually hear the to-do list growing.  The porches are sagging and the roof needed replaced longer ago than I have been alive. The days of insulation have not arrived here yet and standing by the windows when the winter wind blows will chill you to the core.

It is overwhelming, but I cannot turn my back on it. When you drive past, you may only see that this house is run-down, only  see what needs fixed. You wouldn’t see that I moved back into this house as a young wife, alone with my first baby, while my husband was deployed again. You wouldn’t see the scuffs in the floor where I paced at night, to calm the baby, while I waited and prayed for his weekly phone call.

There is no way you could see the memories I have of the years I lived in this house as a child. The memories of staying here with my older brother, those memories fading at the edges now that he is gone. We fought like warriors, racing around this house and taking full strategic advantage of the loop created by the stairs at the front and back of the house. More than once, I was ambushed coming around the corner at the back stairs and forced to admit defeat. I hope we have the renovations finished in time for my own children to stomp up the front stairs and hurtle down the back stairs in their own epic battles.  If  we are still living here, I will cheat this time and show my girls that sweet spot to take their brother out as he comes around that corner.

You won’t be able to hear the hours I spent with the front door wide open, swinging on the porch swing, lost in whatever book I was reading, listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival pouring out of the house. I am 12 years old again, melancholy, every time I hear the music in my mind. I have seen the rain, I’ve lived in the rain for the last 2 years.

You wouldn’t realize on your drive by that my father bought this house to bring it back into the family. That it was built by his mother’s grandfather. That her father and uncle carved their initials into the foundation stones and steps.  That her family owned this home through the turn of the century, the Great Depression and the Wars. That I owe it something more than letting it be forgotten.

But at what cost? My husband and I dream of the day we will have our own farmstead. We are slowly working towards that day. My heart hurts to think I will have to turn my back on one dream to achieve another. We will put this old house back together over the rest of our lives, but we will not be staying here for my children to grow and come back here with their own children. We will rent it out someday and pray that we can choose carefully who will live here and respect the history. But history is not meant to be a handcuff and I can’t live in two places at the same time.

Week Two Chicky Photos

The chicks are two weeks old tomorrow and they are growing so fast.  I already have my favorites! It’s getting much easier to match the breeds, now that the EE’s are getting green legs and cheek muffs.

Look at those tailfeathers!

Look at those tailfeathers!

Easter Egger Green Legs

Easter Egger Green Legs

Love those cheek muffs!

Love those Easter Egger cheek muffs!

Silver Laced Wyandotte

Silver Laced Wyandotte

They all have their own unique eyeliner

They all have their own unique eyeliner












No more poopy water dishes!

Most things about having chickens are just plain awesome. Poopy, bedding filled water jugs are not awesome. Even the chicks can fill their little red screw on waterers with bedding and poop in about 10 minutes flat. So, I just ordered 4 brooder bottle caps from The Chicken Fountain. I have been reading about them on The Chicken Chick blog and couldn’t wait to try them, especially with the free shipping right now.

Brooder Bottle Cap

I would like to eventually order the Mega Fountain for the coop.

Mega Fountain

You can see more about the fountains and brooder bottle caps at The Chicken Fountain website or look them up on Facebook. I have seen the red nipple pieces sell for more in a catalog than the whole Brooder Bottle Cap sells for and I was really excited to learn that The Chicken Fountain business is located in North Carolina, where a Dad and his sons assemble and create the fountains and bottle caps at their own farm! It’s always good to be able to support a business that is actually in the USA and backed by a real family working together. I will be posting more about them as soon as the caps arrive and we can get them in the brooder.