the new chicks

 Remember the broody hen that we had back in September?  She successfully hatched her clutch.  Three girls and three boys.  Just what I need, more roosters!  I don’t know if she had kicked them all from the nesting box or if they fell out, but when I went in the coop that morning, they were all on the floor.  Cold.   baby-chicks


So, I brought them all inside to warm up a bit and take a few pictures like I always do.  Some one was photogenic that day.

Here they are now.  The only recent pictures I could find was of them in the snow.  We ended up buying 6 more chicks from the feed store the week after they hatched just in case we lost any.  Which we did.  One of the roosters got a cold.  Then we gave one of the other roosters away to a friend, leaving us with one rooster and nine hens.  I am still looking for a home for the roo, interested?


The first {and hopefully last} snow of 2014

I took a nasty little tumble off the step stool yesterday while I was putting the groceries in the pantry.  The stool went one way while I landed with a bang on the floor.  It really is a wonder that the shelves didn’t fall down with me.  So, now I am to sit still and “rest”.  I am not one to sit still for any length of time.  The bright side is since it’s raining outside anyway, I have a good excuse to watch reruns of Gilmore Girls that I have seen a dozen times anyway and catch up on some posts. (I haven’t posted anything since September).floyds-barn

Our neighbor’s old barn. I’m jealous, I always liked old barns.


I sure hope my sago palms survive the rest of winter.  They aren’t looking so well.


What snow/ice storm is complete with out a roaring fire?  You gotta stay warm, right?


The last (snow) man standing.  He has melted.  Along with the rest of the snow.  I hope to not see snow for a very long time.  All y’all northerners can keep the cold snowy weather.   😉 I am done.  I am tired of the cold wet weather.  I want my flip-flops back!

One broody chick

broody-carrotIn an effort to find the soft shell egg culprit, every 30-45 minutes or so, I pop my head into the coop to see what’s happening.  Take a mental note, then head inside to jot it down {because after a while I will forget}.

Around 8 am, I was letting the chickens out, did a head count.


Big Momma….Check…

Lil’ Red…Check…


Carrot….Carrot…No Carrot…

Lil’ Comb….Nope, she’s missing too.

The two missing ladies, are nesting.  Awww,  how cute.  Until Lil’ Comb lets out the worst blood curdling screech I have ever heard.  WOW! Someone is not a morning bird.

Nope, I take that back, the worst screech growl came from the nesting box next door.  Carrot opened her mouth and screeched again.  Oh, my! I guess somebody needs some coffee in the morning!  Geesh!  So, I turned and left them in peace.  They were none to keen on me invade their…um…quite time.

The bright side, they didn’t lay any soft eggs.  And we haven’t had one yet today.  Woo-hoo!