Crazy little thing called CH

...with apologies to Queen.

We got some young roosters from friends with the intention of culling them later (since our source of organic chicken has upped and moved to NY). The littlest one, even though it's only a month younger than the second one and 2 months younger than the oldest one, has been left out of the clique. All the chickens seem to want to peck it to death. So, CH (so named because he reminds us of the little chicken hawk in the Foghorn Leghorn cartoons) has taken to treating us like we're his family. He sprints towards us when he sees us and snuggles up to us, sitting on our feet, and following us everywhere. We've never seen a chicken this affectionate, not even the ones we've raised as week old babies. Guess we won't be eating CH. Problem is, we already have a rooster, and a sweet one at that. We'll need to fence a bigger area, most likely.

"To be conscious that you are ignorant is a great step to knowledge." ~ Benjamin Disraeli (1804 - 1881)

There's no place like home

I find flying to be one of the worst ways to travel. Maybe I'm just getting to be a big chicken in my old age but I can't stand it. Even though I understand the science behind it, I never think it's going to work. The turbulence throws me totally into a tizzy. And the food...what food? (Unless, of course, you're flying international.)

It's great to be home! Even with the roof leaking the first night back (thanks to a severe thunderstorm that dumped 2+ inches on us). I've missed the peace and quiet of our rural neighborhood (even with partying coyotes nearby).

"To be conscious that you are ignorant is a great step to knowledge." ~ Benjamin Disraeli (1804 - 1881)

Our progress

After many choice 4-letter words, we're about half-way done on the greenhouse. The panels will have to wait until we get back from our trip, however.

Chanterelles are starting to pop! I hope there will still be some around when we return.

As for my finger, I finally went to see the orthopedic surgeon who informed me that I have an "avulsion of the distal interphalangeal joint" or mallet finger, and that I am to wear my splint for 8 weeks straight. For a lovely explanation (for those of you medically inclined...and I am not one of those), check this out.

"To be conscious that you are ignorant is a great step to knowledge." ~ Benjamin Disraeli (1804 - 1881)