Sometimes I wonder about these things, especially when we get an egg that is huge compared to normal eggs. The five normal eggs weigh about 2 3/8 ounces each. The whopper weighs in at 3 5/8 ounces. We’ve gotten several double yolkers since we’ve had chickens, and this one will likely be another – or . . . → Read More: Did that hurt?
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Someone will have to, eventually. The days are getting longer, the girls are a bit older, it’s warmer, and apparently they’re beginning to hit their stride. They must have heard our nefarious plan to replace them, and kicked things into motion. I suppose we’ll have to keep them, and when the new chicks start . . . → Read More: “I can eat fifty eggs” At some point last year, we decided that in addition to keeping chickens as layers, we’d get some to raise for meat. Me, I’m all for it, as I’m very comfortable knowing where my food comes from and how it manages to get from the barnyard to the store (or, in our case, the farmers . . . → Read More: Chickens? Check. Tomorrow, another visit with the oncologist to see what the results of the testing say – hopefully, there will be results and this won’t be another trip into town for nothing. Today, though: planning. Planning for next season and next year. This afternoon, I managed a tour around the rear garden to see the pitiful . . . → Read More: Going around the bend Three, to be precise. We combined them into a single dinner to keep our (my) sanity intact, since I am also cooking for tomorrow’s superbowl dinner and next Saturday’s baby shower for Gabs. But first, to the humor impaired fuckwit who took some weird offense at my “sarcasm” based on my being funny about the . . . → Read More: Birthdays, we got birthdays I know, a real dearth of food and garden stuff lately. This morning when I got back up after my few hours of sleep, it was 35 degrees and rainy outside. Brrr. Where’s my spring? It’s also that time of the year when the whirlpool of month end and previous year end paperwork/filings/activities are at . . . → Read More: Where’s the food, already? Or maybe not. Tonight’s dinner plan was to roast a chicken (salt, pepper, ginger, fresh orange, onion) for dinner. When I started peeling it out of its wrapper, it smelled like a three week old chicken left in hundred degree heat after a skunk had sprayed it. In other words: no chicken tonight. Fortunately, there . . . → Read More: Doing the funky chicken |
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