Accidental Homesteader
…a funny thing happened on the way to the bar
Near Perfect Dinner
Dinner was nearly the perfect dinner. We had a bunch of greens from the garden, with bacon, Brie, and Granny Smith apples. Balsamic vinaigrette. Baguette (sadly gluten free). For dessert strawberries and cream.
Eaten on the porch with a nice cool breeze.
22 – Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs
Essays about pop culture by a writer who is pretty much the same age as me.
Herb Garden, Take Two
So my herb seeds didn’t really take off like gangbusters. But then, they never really do for me.
We had to go into town anyway, because we’re gonna need a bigger brooder. And soon. Time for big blue.
The Rest of the Chicklets
Got a phone call at about 6 am from Kyle, our friendly postal worker to tell me that our chickens were at the post office. Since they don’t deliver until afternoon, I went to pick them up.
First bees, now chickens in the car.
Eight Little Chicklets
We ended up, after a marathon hatch, with eight happy healthy chicklets.
Two didn’t make it out of the shell, and one was a quitter. Out of three hatches, those are some of the first not to hatch, so we’re still doing good.
Tomorrow or the next day they get sixteen little sisters.
Sunrise… Sunset…
It’s circle of life time here at the farm. Having nine roosters is a bad idea. But we suck at deciding what to do with them. But it has gotten bad. Like Harvey Weinstein directing a movie about Tailhook bad.
Hatch Day!
Had a pip this morning! So we set up the nanny cam!
We waited all day, and soon, we had a chirp. Then a zip!
Book 21 – Un-Trumping America
Good, hard look at how to start fixing America. Written before *gestures to everything*
