Tuesday, April 13, 2010

The saddest day

We made our decision. The girls needed a better home. So, we said our goodbyes on Tuesday evening before supper. And, as things like this go, we even got 2 eggs earlier that morning. Sheesh. It's as if they knew what was coming! Way to make me regret my decision, chickens.

After pouring through more than 40 emails we received yesterday in response to our Craig's List add, we found a local guy with 7 hens of his own who was willing to add our four girls to his roster.
It sounds perfect. He lives north of the city, reassured us that he never considers his chickens as dinner options, and told us we could come and visit whenever we like.

So, an era is ending. But only for a little while! My husband promised we wouldn't be hen-less forever. For now, we'll be spending our time seeking out resources for farm fresh eggs as best we can and Beatrice, Virginia, Kelly Clarkson, and Ms. Benedict will be enjoying a new home where they can run and play and begin to lay their warm, brown eggs again.

Don't want to leave, but we both know
Sometimes it's better to go
Somehow I know we'll meet again
Not sure quite where, and I don't know just when
You're in my heart, so until then
Wanna smile, wanna cry
Saying goodbye

Twinkle Twinkle

Decorations for a friend's baby shower this weekend:

Another great way to recycle old book pages, paper bags, and misc papers.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

What to do?

How do I make this decision? I mean, we haven't gotten eggs consistently since autumn of 2009. What else are we to do?
(Oh, how I miss these days!)

The girls tasted freedom (free ranging in our back yard) for many months during the fall. The garden was fading, the yard was already destroyed by moles, so we let them roam.
(Bea roosting in her favorite pine tree.)

(The day we found our chickens over the fence in our neighbors backyard.)

(An egg from one of the Reds unearthed in the FRONT of our house. We still have no idea about that one.)

And now, since being closed inside their tractor, it's as if they have folded their arms and stubbornly sit, refusing to lay.

I have heard that once hens get used to laying outside of their coops they don't go back to laying in the nesting boxes. And really, who blames them?

But here we are with a decision to make: To keep or not to keep. Am I okay with having (and paying for) pets when what I really wanted was another taste of farm life?


I'll let you know when this gets resolved. For now, I'm off to feed the girls. Crossing my fingers.