Don't Give Up

Goodbye Henrietta- I don’t believe in jinxing but I have to say what recently happened is very odd. In my last post about my chickens I stated that they are good girls and we don’t have too much drama to report.  That was until the feather fiasco. Even after Freda lost her body weight in feathers all was good in the hen house. That changed one week ago today. My sweet Henrietta died from a heat stroke. It was another crazy day at the Samuel house. Crazy is our normal. My boys had sleepovers the night before and I was frantically cleaning the house from the sleepover (they were helping), my daughter was hiding in her room while I yelled come put your laundry away and the dogs were napping; I was packing my 83 year old grandmother a suitcase because she was going to stay with her nephew for a few days (and she had only packed 5 pairs of pajamas and 2 shirts), good thing I checked behind her (I cannot even go there right now, but really there should have been a camera on my fac...

I haven’t had much to say about my chickens lately because they are good girls and they don’t give me too much trouble. They stay in our yard and peck around at the bugs and the weeds and my Hostas (which we are building a fence around) and keep to themselves. We have had all 12 of them for over a year now and they all get along really well. We get anywhere from 7-12 eggs a day. My husband and I have decided we will have chickens until the day our kids put us in a nursing home because we can only eat fresh eggs. We have become egg connoisseurs and cannot stand the taste of store bought eggs. We went out to eat breakfast one morning while at the Rivah and I made the mistake of ordering a side of scrambled eggs. Never again will I make such a mistake, they obviously did not use eggs that had just been laid and the lack of freshness I detected made me turn my nose up and I was quickly reminded why we never go out for breakfast anymore. The other day I let my hens out of their coop lik...