And just when you thought he couldn’t get any better…
Today is a good day for some Van Morrison
We should start seeing some egg production in about four months.
They’ve already doubled in size since we brought them home.
We moved them out of the laundry room and into the big-girl coop last weekend, but they’ve been confined to the coop ever since.
The theory is that if you confine them inside, with food and water, they will seek refuge there when they feel threatened.
Mr. K is finishing up their outdoor run as I type.
Can’t wait to turn them loose so I can clean the coop without all the chicken drama.
A deer selfie I just found on the trailcam…
Here’s to you Gord Downie.
in my laundry room…
Since most of our usual outdoor activities are on hold, I’ve had to find new ones. Like making dandelion jelly. Mostly because it’s the only crop we have an abundance of right now.
Making dandelion jelly is a labor intense process, requiring a lot of hand energy that my carpal tunnel likes to bitch about.
So Mr. K accompanied me to the field to help gather the blossoms. We had the basket half full when he turned to me and said “Man, I hope no one asks me what I did today.”
In the meantime…