Chickens on Lockdown

I love our chickens.  They are pretty awesome egg layers now and they are good entertainment.  The leghorns have been laying daily and even the "fancies" have been laying as well.

Nice little assortment...

We have our new coop mama and one of the older coop mamas has gotten out of her mid-life crisis and has gotten back to sitting on eggs.  She's as grumpy as ever, but she does a nice job of sitting on the eggs.  Really, it's a pretty enjoyable world out there in the coop.  Key words..."in the coop".  The hens have been permanently banished to the coop.  I'm not sure if one is able to train chickens to poop in a certain area, but I would love to do that.  The last straw this weekend was when several hens were resting on the hood of Husband's truck.  When they vacated, they left us lovely piles of chicken poop.  He was less than amused at this.  Really, they are pretty disgusting critters...they poop EVERYWHERE!!!!!  And all the time too.  So, we put them on lockdown.  They expressed their displeasure at the whole situation by not laying a lot of eggs the last two days.  Maybe they are smarter than I originally thought.

What now??!!

Ah, the country life.  Serene sounds coming from the garden and surrounding areas...beautiful vistas from the back deck...abundant vegetation growing prolifically in the garden and beyond...the scents of nature and the scent of perfumed roses...  Yeah, this is not my scenario at all, is it?  I must spend a few moments on the negative...sort of venting...

The country life indeed.  Serene sounds?  Well, now that the rooster is gone, the sounds are less irritating.  The chickens are still quite loud with their clucking and squawking.  Also a fun  noise is when they are let out and start pecking at the cat food that Ninja hasn't finished.  But sounds aren't that bad.  Beautiful vistas from the back deck?  Well, if you count the monster mansion next door (very pretty, but in the way of my mountains) and the awful looking solar panels.  I have narrowed my "window view" considerably and if  I crane my neck just so, I can still see the awesome tree out by the fence and the surrounding land.  I have to ignore the dead vegetation that frames my views with utter brown-ness.  Bleah!  There is an abundance of vegetation, but like I mentioned in the prior sentence, it is turning or has turned lovely shades of brown.  The scents of nature?  I can do without some of those, thank you.  Dear lord, this weekend produced a scent of nature that I never want to come in contact with again.  I have to back up a bit...Last Thursday, a skunk had obviously traveled through our yard leaving a lovely odor for us to enjoy.  After a quick check that none of the animals had been the intended target, I went along my way and dismissed the incident.  In fact, by the time I left for work, the scent was pretty much gone.  Saturday morning, husband went out to shoot some doves.  He called on his way out and said not to let the dogs out in the yard, as there was a skunk in the front yard.  He wasn't sure if it was resting or dead.

Hard to tell from this angle...

Fair enough...I know better than to tangle with one of those things.  When I left the house, I saw the skunk.  I drove as close to it as possible and noticed at that point that it was clearly dead.  Bugs and things all over it.  Ew.  I let husband know and he said that he would take care of it later.  I figured all was well since the thing was dead.  We all got home, and decided to eat and watch some football.

Several hours later, I went outside to get something from the garage.  As I opened the slider, the most vile and disgusting smell hit our noses.  Another skunk??  Nope...apparently when these creatures die, their stink sack is able to still function somehow.  The whole yard smelled like skunk nastiness.  Time to put the body in the dumpster.  Hoooooaaauuuuggghhhh!!!  What an unpleasant task that turned out to be.  Thankfully, the garbage has been picked up and the awful smell has gone away.

On a much more positive note, it seems that both of the "pretty" hens are laying eggs and both of the Leghorns.  I can't tell which of the other newbies is laying, but there is a sweet one that lets us check under her everyday.  There's a new coop mama in the house.  Woot woot!

I had something else that was positive, but I can't think of what is was...another post on another day...

Fearless Fowl...or Just Stupid

My days have consisted of getting up, going to work, coming home, collecting eggs, and missing out on all the poultry shenanigans that I got to observe during the summer months. They really were an entertaining bunch.

Especially when our little rooster was still here chasing the women folk around and then moments later being chased by the same females. Apparently, he is having quite the time at his new home. Did I ever mention that? I finally got a bit disgusted with the constant day and night crowing. One of my friends with lots of chickens saved his hide. He is one of three roosters and the first night did not venture out of his carrier. Since then, he has tried to initiate his dominance, which hasn't worked out so well. He might as well be a hen at this point. Maybe he should have been much quieter at our house and only crowed during rooster approved hours of the day.

The hens, on the other hand, seem to be quite content with his absence. In fact, they have been laying a total of 10 eggs a day! The leghorns eggs are getting much more adult sized and someone is laying a fairly dark brown egg as well. Still waiting on those green eggs from the strange pair. They really are a weird duo. Neither will go anywhere without the other and if one happens to be outside the coop and the other is inside, there is such panic from both. Last night, when husband and I got home (it was dark), the fluffy ones, as I like to call them, were on top of the coop, rather than inside. There was another one or two hens up there with them. They would not go inside with the rest, so they stayed on top all night. I feel that they are either quite brave...or quite stupid. I don't think any predators would get up there, but you just never know. This morning, they seemed very irritated that they had to fly down and join the others for their breakfast. So much so, that they gave up on getting scratch and went straight to the old fig tree in the corner. So weird. The other two "normal" hens ran right into the coop. I feel as though there was some peer pressure involved. I'm also pretty sure, the other hens aren't big fans of the fluffy ones. They'd better start laying some colorful eggs, or I won't be a big fan either.

I managed to find a bright spot in our sad little garden...there are some tomatoes that are taking a stand against the ants, the grasshoppers, and the arid conditions. I was pretty excited to see some color out there. I have been resisting buying tomatoes at the store, since I'm supposed to have a plethora of them in my own yard. I don't, but I have a few. Already making plans for next year though...see my previous post.

So, back to that work portion of the day...

End of Summer...

  Sadly for me, summer has come to an end, although the calendar states I still have a few weeks until fall truly begins.  Mother Nature certainly is not in sync with the calendar, as she is blasting our world here in the "desert" with 100 plus temperatures.

My garden has suffered greatly over the summer, especially since I last wrote a post.  The extreme heat coupled with a soaker hose blow-out that I was completely unaware of for a few days, plus the dreadful grasshoppers, have made my garden somewhat of a grand failure this year.  Oh, did I mention the crazy red ant invasion at any point?  Ugh.  I have been reduced to having a few cherry tomatoes, and a few yellow tomatoes.  Even the hardy squash I bragged about last year has fallen victim to the elements.  I'm a little upset about the whole thing too.  I had hoped all the improvements we made this year would have done the trick in producing the garden I keep envisioning in my mind.  It also does not help that several of my friends have shown me their ridiculously prolific gardens that have not suffered the same woes as mine.  Well, I see it as a learning curve.  Rather dramatic this year, but I have taken away some very important things this summer.

     1.  weed fabric is a must
     2.  raised rows might be helpful...
     3.  soaker hoses must not bend at any sharp angles ever
     4.  ant hills must be taken seriously and dealt with prior to planting
     5.  grasshoppers...well, let's just keep our fingers crossed on that one

I guess our next step is to till all of the nonsense under...maybe put a large tarp over the debris and wait until next spring.  Until then, I will be sure to post about the chickens and their silliness.

We do have an alert about the "teenagers"...the two leghorns have entered the world of productivity...thankfully for them.  We have been getting two very small white eggs every day this week.  They look kind of weird next to the giant tan eggs we have.  Hooray for them!  They may live and not become nuggets.
                 

Seriously????

I now see why the term "poultry" comes before the other words in my blog title.  I am struggling with the other portions...ugh.  Seriously??  This should not be that difficult.  So to start on a positive note, the chickens are doing great!  Everyone seems happy and well.  The "babies" are not babies anymore and the teenagers seem very grown up these days.  No egg laying from those girls yet, but the more mature mamas are producing on a daily basis.  I've been letting the girls out to graze and they are doing a great job of grasshopper wrangling.  They stay away from the Jaws of Death, also known as Avery, and have daily standoffs with the cats.  The chickens don't seem to feel threatened by the cats...more like the other way around.  Our little rooster hasn't attempted crowing lately, but he does make for great entertainment running around chasing all the girls.  The hens are all much bigger than he is, but he makes up for stature with incredible speed.  One funny note was the other day, one of the Leghorns was trying to get a drink out of the red dog tub attached to the deck.  I watched as it seemed like an opportunity for something entertaining.  I was not disappointed.  Leghorn lost footing and into the water tub she went.  The squawking and wing flapping was hilarious.  My only regret?  Not having video on at the time.

The vegetable garden, on the other hand,  is stressing me out.  It seems, while I am growing a great crop of zucchini and tomatoes, I am also growing a bumper crop of weeds.  I have been out there regularly pulling, spraying, breaking, and mostly cussing.  None of these methods is very effective.  I think my awesome watering system paired with the great soil has kind of backfired.  Ugh.  Husband spent some time with some friends that have a pretty nice vegetable garden.  They used the black weed fabric and some raised rows to combat this problem.  Definitely part of the plans for next year.  Baby steps, I guess.  I really thought this would be the year for smooth garden sailing.  At least the infestation of vermin seems to be under control.

I spoke too soon...bah.  Upon further investigation, it seems I now have an ant problem as well as a grasshopper problem.  Really????  I went over to survey the garden...I'm sitting in one of my "new to me" lounge chairs typing this on the back deck...  I saw some really pretty ripe tomatoes and reached in to pick one.  Next thing I know, I am doing the jig, also known as ow, ow, ow, red ants, red ants!!  Stupid.  They are all over the place!  Munching on the bottoms of my tomatoes.  I am not sure how to combat this latest pest.  I'm thoroughly against spraying any sort of insecticide on the vegetables.  I am not an expert, and would probably only succeed in poisoning a family member.  Moving on through the garden, it seems they also enjoy cucumbers.  Only the pickling variety...wth???

Oh well...lessons being learned every day I guess.  A little jealous of the cat that is curled up in the wicker chair next to me.  He just caught and ate a mouse, had a scoop of some delicious fish flavored kitty kibble this morning, tormented the dog for a few minutes, and now gets to nap in the sunshine.  No worries, no stress, no wondering how to get rid of weeds or ants...of course he could wander out into the road and get flattened by a car, so there's that.  Thinking positively.

Weeds...they are calling...egh.

Vegetables, Gaga, and a Rooster...sigh...

We got veggies!!  Woo hoo!!  I went out to the garden one day last week, as I have been checking every so often to see how things are progressing.  The anticipation of ripe vegetables has been killing me.  I had to look under leaves and poke through the ridiculous amount of weeds that are happily growing.  I was super thrilled to see the following:

Early Girl tomatoes...my favorite!

Some sort of squashiness...

Peas...although since this photo was taken, these have been eaten by the $%$#@! grasshoppers.

Spaghetti squash.  NO clue what to do with those.  :o)

Cucumbers...

Green peppers!

Eggplant.

Cherry tomatoes...the red one never made it to the house...he he he...

Seems the vegetables are going to be fairly prolific despite the stupid grasshoppers.  Edamame and snap peas won't be happening, but the rest seems to be weathering the blight.  I put a chicken in the garden the other day and after about five minutes, she figured out that there was a bevy of hopping protein morsels...she couldn't decide which way to go first.  Funny.

On a sadder (??) note, Lady Gaga met with an untimely demise, courtesy of you know who.  It was the teenagers third night out of their halfway house and I thought all of them had made it into the large coup the night before.  Apparently Gaga, being somewhat true to her namesake, decided to be different and spend the night out.  When I let Avery out of her kennel the next morning, she immediately sensed that there was a chew toy out and about.  Took her about 45 seconds to locate Gaga and put the death grip on her.  Sad...I liked Gaga's colors.  Down to 15...soon to be 14 though...because we have another rooster!  Aaaaarrrggghhh!!!  He was attempting a crowing session this morning, which is a lot like listening to a teenage boy when his voice changes.  Painful.  He is one of my favorites too, as far as looks go.  Boo.  But, I do not want any more roosters...they are either annoying or mean.  

 The rooster is the white & black one in the middle.  

omg...I'm sitting in the living room typing this and out of the corner of my eye, I see some sort of quick movement.  Followed by another...the teenagers are having some sort of foot race and keep sprinting past the slider.  Ha ha ha...the entire flock of adult hens just sprinted by en mass.  And now, they are all back in front of the door, just milling about, looking for snacks, as if nothing was going on a few minutes ago.  One is drinking out of the dog's water bucket...oh boy...

Vegetable Update and the Chicken Armada

Summer vacation is officially here...day three, in fact, for us.  Such a nice feeling that we don't have to go to work.  What is not a nice feeling, however, is the fact that the desert we live in has become much like a desert climate all of a sudden.  Gone are the lovely 75 degree days...hello 90's!  Bleah.  Besides meaning increasing grumpiness on my part, as I hate temperatures over 75, it also means stepping up the watering schedule.  Twice a day now.  There are so many veggies getting ready to ripen on the vine.  A couple of different squash, cucumbers, and tomatoes!  I found a few little eggplants and some little peppers.  The squash and the cucumbers are hard to find because they like to hide under the giant leaves.  Peas and beans look like they are getting ready to start producing...I think.  Flowers, but no little veggies yet. The edamame is pretty much gone (stupid grasshoppers), but that's okay.  I wasn't too excited about those anyway.  Things look healthy in the garden and I cannot wait to start eating them!  I think squash is on this weekend's menu...yummo!

Just came back from surveying the herb situation (I panicked because I forgot to water them...not on drip yet) and looks like all but three varieties made it through the grasshopper infestation...  Cilantro, parsley, rosemary, basil, chives, and dill have survived.  I think once the evil insects are under control, I will get new herbs and try again. My lack of watering didn't appear to be detrimental, so that's good.

As for the wretched grasshoppers...well, it seems the chickens, both adult and teens, have joined forces to eradicate this pest infestation.  I think of it as a chicken armada.  Yay!  They have been doing an amazing job of this too. No longer does one step out into the yard and hear crunch, crunch, crunch, every time one steps forward.  The chickens must be loving all the treats.  It's still pretty funny to watch the chickens chase the grasshoppers.  I wish I could let them out in the veggie garden, but I'm afraid they would eat the good stuff.  There are still a ton of the buggers in the garden.  I went out to pull some weeds this morning and got an air assault of the critters as I poked around under the cucumbers.  I did find that the edamame has a couple of pods hanging valiantly off each stalk, as there are no leaves at all.  They didn't look too healthy, so I don't know if they will be any good.

I really love my chickens.  Not only do they provide eggs for me to eat, but endless hours of entertainment.  I usually toss out any kitchen scraps that the chickens might like to nibble on out the back door.  It's hilarious to watch them come running from all corners of the yard when they hear the back door open.  Honestly, I didn't think they could hear that well, but apparently they do.  Yesterday, I took out some strawberries, some avocado scraps, some bread that was a little hard, and some egg shells.  Rumor has it, the egg shells are a favorite treat for chickens.  Seems a little weird to me, but they seemed to like them.  I didn't want the dog to get crazy and hurt herself trying to get the chickens, so I walked over by the coop to toss out the treats and they came sprinting from every nook and cranny in the yard.  Chickens on the run are about the funniest thing you can see...they run awkwardly, but super fast.  If that wasn't amusing enough, the teenagers came a little more cautiously into the situation...took a few looks around and after one of them came on a piece of strawberry that one of the other mommas dropped, it was game on.  Gaga chased  one of the Leghorn's in circles, trying to get a bite of the strawberry.  There was plenty for all, but apparently she only wanted that piece.  Typical kids...always want what the other has.  The only kids missing were the two youngest...the Auracanas.  Not sure if they are too dainty for such shenanigans or completely unaware.  They seem like the dumb blondes of the group.  They are very pretty with their longer neck feathers and muted colors.  Supposedly, they will lay blue-ish green eggs.  Those two are always hiding out in the shade over by the water spigot.  They are like the girls in elementary school that never want to participate in p.e.  They hang out in the back or off to the side and hope nothing ever comes their way.  When it does, they shriek and run the opposite direction.  The other teenagers pretty much ignore those two.  We have one other socially awkward teenager, who I suspect might be a rooster.  This is the smallest of all the teens...a bantam...he/she has the biggest comb on top and struts around acting quite important.  When every one else was feasting on the scraps, he (I'm just going to call him a "he" from now on) was making his way through the tall weeds like some sort of safari hunter...also funny to watch.

The longer I own chickens, the more they remind me of humans I have either known or come across.  They have so many quirky personality traits that I find funny.  Glad they are productive, because it places them higher on the list than most humans.  I'm pretty sure I like them better than most people too...family and good friends excepted, of course.  :o)

Little Things...

I went out to the garden to do my regular scouting mission and I was very happy to find a few little babies!  Little zucchinis, little green peppers, and little tomatoes.  There are signs of other "little" things growing as well.

Zucchini

Peppers

Tomatoes

While walking back from the garden, I was greeted by some unwelcome little things.  Grasshoppers!  I thought at first there were only a few here and there...nope...thousands of the vile things.  I am not exaggerating with the term "thousands" either.  There are literally grasshoppers everywhere you step.  It's pretty disgusting.  I called the Fresno County Department of Agriculture and the nerdy bug guy's comment was..."Yeah, um, oh, that's going to be a problem all season."  Awesome.  There aren't really any "over the counter" fixes he said...although he did suggest getting chickens.  Hey, we have those!  They do enjoy eating the grasshoppers and watching them chasing the little vermin is fairly entertaining.  Hopefully they will eat all those #@#$#@! bugs.  Not happy about the fact that the grasshoppers enjoy basil, cilantro, Italian parsley, edamame, and marigold leaves.  Not the flowers, just the leaves.  Ugh...how about eat all the weeds in the yard???  There are plenty of those.  Well, hopefully they will find greener pastures soon, as that's what they are drawn to.  Boo!!

Another One Bites the Dust...

It is with much sadness that I have to report that Thunder has gone on to meet his maker.  Apparently, the other day, he tangled with the dog...they need to either stay far away from Avery, run faster, or get the flying thing down.  In any case, I came home after school Friday, and he looked a bit "down".  He was hanging out near their little trough...tail feathers looking dismal.  Ran some errands, came home, and well...he was no more.  I haven't told husband yet...he is away in San Diego playing in the National Sweet 16s...Thunder was their mascot and I'm a little concerned that his demise might be bad for morale.  The awesome news is that the Thundercocks (hence the name, Thunder) won their games this weekend and earned themselves a spot in the Final Four in Colorado!  Thunder would have been so proud.

Here he is at a Fresno Rugby game.  

The Halfway House continues to have it's fair share of drama.  The babies have been left in there now for the past week.  Enough of the bullying, however, the teenagers have not been listening.  We had a stern talk...seemed like they were listening, but the babies finally took matters into their own hands...wings (??).  I came out the other morning and the scene I witnesses was hilarious.  The babies had staged a coup!  Apparently they've gotten tired of all the harassment...I had put their feed dish up on top of the boxes since they were too scared to ever go down on the floor.  They stayed either on top of the boxes or behind them.  The feed dish was now lying on the floor across the coop and the teenagers were standing in the far corner of the coop looking very surprised.  The babies were on top of the boxes flapping their wings.  I'm convinced that in a fit of exasperation with being treated like lower class citizens, the babies flung the feeder across the coop and said "enough is enough".  This was the scene:

Since that day...Thursday, I think, things have been pretty calm in the halfway house.  I wouldn't go so far as to say "harmonious", but better.  I put fresh water in and the babies ponied up to get a drink.  So proud of them.  Only two and a half more months and then they can all join the remaining hens.  I think that one of my teenagers might be a rooster though.  One of the smaller ones...some sort of bantam, has quite the comb already.  I won't be too disappointed...I miss the daily rooster crowing...

Harmony in the Halfway House...

...will be delayed.  I put the babies in with the teenagers last night.  Permanently, I hope.  Their tub in the garage is too small and smells, well, foul.  Egh.  I put them in there last night thinking that maybe they would be big enough to avoid the bullying by the larger crew.  Nope.  All those two did was cower down in the corner behind the boxes.  I went out, when it was nearly dark, to check on them and they were making the loudest, most pathetic peeping noises ever.  Both of them were on top of the boxes, while all the teenagers were in their teen sized condos.  I hesitantly I left them there, half expecting to find them dead or maimed by morning.  When I went out to feed them this morning, they had resumed their position in the corner.  I coaxed them out of there and they joined the general population.  Short-lived.  The teens started exerting their pecking order and by the time I left for work, the babies were back in the corner.  Ugh.  When I went home at lunch, this was the scene:

Really??  At some point, you'll need to come out of there.

Clearly, we will have to have a talk with the teenagers about bullying and proper manners as far as little ones are concerned.  The little ones are going to have to develop a much tougher skin as well.  Life lessons...

Escapees, Tornadoes, and Fire...OH MY!!

Wow, what an exciting weekend it's been.  I seriously could have done with a lot less excitement though.  Especially since it spilled over into Monday.  Let's see...where to begin...

Saturday started out quite nicely.  Other than getting up earlier than necessary to meet a phantom trailer buyer (husband is selling his duck trailer) the day progressed well and uneventfully.  I suppose the babies wouldn't think it was uneventful at all...I decided to put the babies in the halfway house to start mingling with the teenagers.  They are getting way too big for their current living quarters.  As soon as I put the two of them in there, the teenagers started harassing the littler ones.  They were not happy with the infiltration of "babies".  I suppose it's no different than when human teenagers are introduced to their toddler siblings and now must get along with them.  The babies got really flustered and at one point, I came out to the coop and this is what I saw:

Really a pathetic attempt at an escape.  Only their heads fit through there and then they were super angry when I tried to gently push their heads back through.  The gentle approach did not work, so a little more force was required...and shockingly, not appreciated by either one.  The one in the back of the photo was really stuck and REALLY angry.  Not five minutes later, she had done the same thing.  Ugh.  No wonder the teenagers have so much fun tormenting them.  After a second round of not-so-gentle head shoving, the two of them thought that cowering in a corner was a far better idea:

Later in the evening, I instructed the boy to capture the babies and return them to their tub.  He did this and all was well until...

...Sunday morning.  Husband got up first and I was roused out of bed by shouts coming from outside.  It seems that in the boy's haste to return the babies to their tub and his desire to return to whatever tv show he was engrossed in, he forgot to close the top to the halfway house.  Miscreants all over the place.  Luckily they got scared and huddled up for protection, making it much easier to round them up and put them back in.  The best part, was that Lady Gaga was still in the coop.  When they all were back in, I'm pretty sure she was telling them something along the lines of, "So, I told you guys not to go outside.  It's scary out there, isn't it?? And the humans don't appreciate your shenanigans." They all sat and listened to her.  Funny.

As this was taking place, the sky started turning all sorts of shades of gray.  It had been pretty sunny up until that point.  Husband pointed to the north and we saw some gorgeous clouds and a funnel cloud!  I ran inside and after several attempts at finding a functioning camera (one that had a charged battery and a memory card) I snapped several pictures of the sky.  Pretty awesome.  We watched the cloud form a skinny funnel and could see it twisting off in the distance.  It finally dissipated, which was probably a good thing.  Storm Warn 30 had no mention of this at all.  They call themselves professionals...hah.

This was the sky...pretty fantastic looking, if you ask me.

Here is the shot of the funnel cloud.  We traveled all the way through Kansas and never saw one...wanted to see one, but never did...probably best that way...since we had left our ruby slippers and dog at home.    

So, Sunday it rained the rest of the day on and off.  Loved it!  The chickens seem to enjoy the rain as well.  Makes for a lot of bug movement I guess.  They happily wandered around the yard and sought shelter under the Blazer when it poured.  Smart chickens!  

Monday (that's today!) arrived and the weather is gorgeous!  Overcast...cool...high humidity day according to the weather peeps.  My new neighbor thought that it would be an ideal day to "shred" the dry grass.  And really, in theory, it is a good day, if we didn't live in such a desert.  It rained heavily the last 2 days and you would think the ground would be fairly damp still.  You would think...  I came home for lunch today and saw this:

Our house sits just on the other side of that 5th wheel in the bottom picture.

That's not a fun thing to come home to.  The man in the lower picture, Roger, was shreding the grass with some really cool looking apparatus.  Apparently he hit a rock with the blade and caused a spark.  Poor Roger...he seemed a bit flustered when I got there and I think a day off and a stiff drink may be in order for him.  Luckily we have a hose that's always hooked up for the tile guys working on the new construction next door. It happened to be on and they were paying attention to the events unfolding outside. They were much faster with that hose than CalFire.  No offense to the fire guys, but we are pretty far away from any fire station and I guess it took a while for them to get there.  It all worked out and the boy will be thrilled when we tell him that we no longer want him to mow around the property.  Too dangerous.  

In between all the hubbub, I managed to take some pictures of the garden and all the wonderful things growing!  The weeds are not wonderful, but I will be annihilating those this weekend. The pea seeds have sprouted and are looking quite bushy already.  There are blossoms on the peppers and the tomatoes.  The squash have flowers as well...I am looking forward to harvesting something soon.  Here are the pictures:

Top to bottom:  edame, peas, blue lake beans

Squash

More squash and cucumbers

Peppers and leeks

Tomatoes and peppers & eggplant

Tomatoes!

Herbs...the cilantro is getting out of control!

Here's to an uneventful week and weekend to follow.  Although that tends to make boring reading, I suppose.  

Rain is forecast for tomorrow...we'll see what that might bring.  

Mother's Day

Well, Mother's Day weekend proved to be pretty awesome in terms of weather.  The temperature didn't get over 80...I'm not even sure it got over 75 degrees yesterday.  We all know how I feel about that.  I was able to get so much done this weekend in the yard/garden.  

I started with all the soaker hose issues in the vegetable garden.  I had to rearrange one hose completely so I could splice the incoming water.  The peppers were getting way more water than the tomatoes.  I personally like tomatoes better, so I really want them to grow.  They have been growing, in fact, and the task of pulling up the soaker hose proved to be a little more challenging than originally planned.  I managed to get the hose out and then proceeded to clothesline myself while putting it back down in the reverse direction.  I'm sure it would have been a comical sight to any bystanders, which thankfully there weren't any.  After I got the hose laid out, I tried the new set-up and it works really well.  Everything is more evenly watered.  

I discovered a negative in the awesome watering set-up...possibly fueled by my overzealous watering...weeds!  There suddenly are so many.  Luckily most come out really easily.  All the tall weeds (the ones that grow straight out of the ground) came out with a gentle tug.  The one that is making me especially grumpy is the proliferation of Bermuda grass.  While not technically considered a weed (most of Fresno has this stuff as a front lawn), it is a complete nuisance in the vegetable garden.  Two ways to get this stuff out.  Kneeling and actually getting your fingers around the base of each plant...they have feelers that drop roots as well...and pull out.  Or, spray the stuff with Round Up.  I opted for the latter...I had stopped at the farm store to see when I worked next and they had the stuff on sale.  Yes, please.  I had to spray carefully, so as not to dammage anything good in the garden.  I did well...only inhaled some of it once.  I should be good to go as far as weeds in my lungs.

So, feeling like I should accomplish more in the garden, I heard somewhere that you should plant marigolds in the garden to repel insects, rabbits, and other undesirables.  Me being, well, me...decided to Google it and find out what the story is.  Of course, there is no definitive answer to this question...just a lot of speculation.  Some say that the marigolds will fend off certain kinds of beetles that will cause harm to any plants.  Some say that they will protect your tomatoes from evil creatures.  One article said that planting an entire row of marigolds at the entrance to your garden will keep rabbits away...this seems rather suspect.  We don't have a rabbit problem, so it didn't really concern me all that much.  We do have what appears to be a squirrel problem, but that's an entirely different story and doesn't affect my garden at all.  After reading several articles, which all had conflicting content, I decided to plant marigolds in the garden anyway.  They look nice and cheery.  Reason enough to plant.  

One last note about the garden...my little pea seeds have sprouted and are growing quickly.  Which, of course, has now led to another project.  I only have a trellis for the green beans.  I think I am going to have to put in another t-post and string some string or wire from the t-post to the trellis for the peas to grow on.  Maybe next year, I will do another row of goat fencing, like I did on the other end for the tomatoes.  It works really well, as the tomatoes have already figured out that their job is to scale the wire fence.  Well that and produce pounds of deliciousness. Soon...

Since the demise of Big Bird, Thunder is taking his role as head honcho pretty seriously.  He has been ruling the roost, so to speak.  The hens seem to be pretty happy these past few days.  Egg production has nearly doubled.  About time, I say.  It could also be the cooler weather...I don't know.  I decided that while Fish and her friend cleaned out the babies' tub, I would put the babies in with the teenagers.  While I don't think they are ready to permanently be in there, I though it might be okay to let them hang out for a few minutes.  A few minutes should have been okay, but my distractable mind left them in there for nearly an hour.  First, my child came running in the house laughing...apparently she and her friend had to capture one of the teenagers that escaped the little coop since I left the top open.  Not sure how she got out, but I suspect the babies may have taught the teenagers about the chick stack.  Probably some sort of deal like, we will teach you the chick stack, but you have to leave us alone.  I'm pretty sure the teenagers reneged on that deal.  When I went out to check on them, both babies were wedged in the corner behind the water container, trying to get out of the coop.  All they had managed, though, was to get their respective heads stuck in the chicken wire and were peeping quite loudly.  Part of me wanted to run in and get the camera, but the more reasonable part of me said that maybe it would be best to extricate them from the wire first.  They seemed a little dazed, so that was a perfect time to grab them and return them to the nursery.  While all these shenanigans were taking place, the teenagers were going about their business like nothing had happened.   They are a crafty bunch.  

A rare moment of harmony in the halfway house.  I'm pretty sure this was taken immediately after the "chick stack for peace and quiet" deal was made.  

Quite a productive weekend it was.  Lots of watering issues solved.  Weeds were sprayed.  The last of the herbs planted.  Chairs painted.  Coop water relocated.  Coop cleaned.  But, as always...a long list of things yet to do. 

Obituary and Local News

Big Bird

(March 2010-May 2011)

It was bound to happen.  Big Bird took his role of being the "Alpha Male" just a little too far last night.  Husband and I were out in the yard, surveying the veggie garden and checking on watering, peepers, etc.  I was walking around the Blazer, when suddenly (really...absolutely no warning whatsoever...I mean a squawk or even an evil cackle would have been appreciated) Big Bird flew up, extended his legs complete with that nasty rear talon, and attacked me! He got my leg pretty good with that horrible claw thing...and it hurt like the dickens!  Bled quite profusely too. I'm not sure if I was more upset about the stabbing or the fact that I got blood on my pants...ugh, I forgot to wash those!!!!!  So, husband, being the REAL alpha male in this household, grabbed his pvc egg checking pipe (he lifts Coop Mama up with it to get eggs) and whacked the evil bird quite hard.  I went inside to nurse my wound...blood was spewing and pouring EVERYWHERE...okay, I'm exaggerating...it was dripping down my leg onto my shoe.  When I came back out, I expected to see the vile beast dead.  We figured he would just bleed out.  He was dazed and most likely experiencing the  worst headache of his life.  He was hiding under the trailer in the front yard and husband was trying to whack him again.  Our new neighbors were at their nearly completed house, so he wanted to wait until the deed could be completed without an audience.  Husband took me inside and cleaned (scrubbed=ow!!) and bandaged my wound.  Very professional job I have to say.  After I was bandaged and husband made me promise to keep this very clean...I'm still a little concerned that I may get the Bird Flu or Chicken Pox or something equally annoying...we went back outside.  We figured we would see BB lying on the ground dead.  Nope...what we found was him strutting around, looking a bit like Robot Chicken, still going after his women.  Seriously??  Is there Viagra for chickens?  I wonder...  Husband asked me a very important question...did I want him dead or alive.  My answer?  "DEAD!"  This cannot happen again.  He has already attacked both kids and husband. I would feel terrible if someone else got attacked by this rogue rooster.  On his advice, I went inside while husband made quick work of it.  When I came out a few minutes later, the kids had gotten home and we all stood and looked at what used to be the big guy in the yard.  He was lying in a sad heap in the coop.  I asked husband how it went and he said that when he started going after Big Bird, the hens all ran out of the coop all bug eyed and quick-like.  They knew that was not a good place to be, although secretly I think they are happy to have one less rooster to deal with.  I guess  Thunder came in and tried to get in on the action.  Probably saying something like, "So whose in charge now?  Huh??!!!!"  He has always been low man on the totem pole around here...not anymore!  I hope Thunder got a good look at the evening's events...any sort of undesirable behavior from him will most likely lead to a similar fate.  Once Big Bird was properly disposed of...Hefty, Hefty, Hefty...things went back to business as usual.

The bandaged wound. 

During the melee, where did all the hens go?  They certainly didn't stick around for the violence.  Oh, found them...in my compost pile!  Rolling around, fluffing their feathers, getting all crazy in the pile.  Why?  I have no idea...I understand there are worms and other delicious creatures, however they weren't eating them, just rolling around.  Kind of gross actually.  We throw all the non-meat scraps and garden trash in there and all the poop from the coop.  We also threw a Sun Chips bag in there last year...why?  Well, they redid the bags that the chips come in and they proclaimed on the bag that the new bag was "compostable".  I am concerned that this was false advertising.  I bought the new bag since I love the chips, however the bag turned out to be ridiculously noisy and annoying.  Chips finished...bag went out into the compost pile.  Doing my part for the environment!  I buried it deep too.  So as the chickens are rolling around in the compost pile, what do I see sticking out of the dirt?  Yes, the Sun Chips bag buried over a year ago.  I'm tempted to write a strongly worded letter to the manufacturer.  Lies!

Chickens in the compost pile...ew.

Sun Chips bag complete with proclamation of "compostable-ness".

In other news, the teenagers are very funny...exhibiting typical teenage behavior.  They run in a pack, they chase each other, and they are very loud.  This morning was the best.  I went out to feed them and I only counted five...panic set in.  Where is the funny speckled girl?  Oh wait, there she is! She was head down, butt up in the feeder.  Must have been a hungry girl.  I, of course, ran inside to get the camera, but by the time I got back, she had gotten out and was wandering around with the others acting like nothing was out of the ordinary.  I think they all have a guilty expression on in the photo below.  Typical teens...

Us?  Misbehave?  Naaaahhh...

Last update belongs to the peepers.  They aren't so small anymore and are approaching their teenage years quickly.  I went in to feed them and brought the camera this time.  You just never know when you'll catch them doing something amazing.  I was not disappointed...  I came in and they were practicing some sort of chicken stack.  Awesome!

Chicken stack!

I think that's it for the local news.  Stay tuned...

Clucking Cousins and Thriving Veggie Plants

The chickens are all seem to be in a happy state of being...which is good.  The babies are growing really fast all of a sudden.  Maybe because they have more room to "spread their wings" so to speak.  The teenagers are loving their new halfway house.  They have even discovered how to poop on top of the water dispenser.  Crazy kids. The adults are, for the most part, doing well, although there has been a slow down in egg laying.  Seems that every time the weather changes or they get cooped up for an extended period of time, they protest by not laying prolifically.  I'm not too happy about that, but certainly nothing I can do about it. Right now, they are going to be really angry, as our front gate is broken and we can't shut it.  Hopefully it's just a dead or weak battery and it will be running again by tonight.  For now, they have to stay in the coop.

My sister-in-law's peepers are also getting pretty big.  They are the same age as my babies.  She's trying to make them friendlier chickens by cuddling with them at home.  Will this work?  Probably.  I should have done that too and then maybe Coop Mama wouldn't be such an angry one.  All of her feathered friends have names.  She's got Alice, Lucille, Ginger , and Pat, who may or may not be a rooster.  Time will tell.  Alright, I did name a few of them besides Thunder and Big Bird.  The teenagers have names (I felt some peer pressure)...Lady Gaga, Fog and Horn (they are my Leghorns, duh), Fiona and Penny (the Australorp twins), and "she who has not been named" and probably won't be.  Naming all of the chickens and keeping track of who's who is a daunting task.  I'm hoping that the older crew isn't too upset about the fact that they don't have proper names...is that why we aren't laying??  Probably not the reason.

So, the vegetable garden seems to be flourishing...well, it might be a little soon to use that word, but it is growing!  I have remembered to water every day and more importantly, I haven't had any flooding mishaps.  I saw that one of the pepper plants has a small flower, which means a pepper will be growing shortly.  I still have some fixing to do in the garden.  The soaker hose still needs to be turned around and I need to make some little signs to label the various veggies.  Last year, I thought I was so clever and got these landscaping flags.  White flags on a metal stake.  I wrote the names of the veggies on the flag with a "permanent" marker and stuck them in the ground. Didn't realize our scorching, ever blazing sun would fade out all the writing, so by the end of summer all I had was a garden full of white flags.  Sort of a mass surrender, which by that time, was appropriate for the state of the garden.  The herbs are getting bigger and by the looks of a couple of them, I'm glad I decided to keep them contained in a pot. I need to get another pot or two and I also need to set up some sort of drip apparatus.  The watering can is cute and nice to use now, but when it gets to be over 95 degrees, I won't want to be hanging out there that much.  Weak, I know...  Okay, well time to get out some paper and start planning the herb drip situation.  I always do better with some sort of drawing...although it rarely resembles what I drew in the end.

Halfway House

The teenagers have a new home!  Friday, I worked at the farm store after school and when I got home, there was an amazing structure sitting in the back of the adult hen house.  I'm pretty happy that husband is able to think up things and then put them into reality.  He usually explains what he is planning to do and I usually don't get it.  I used to stress out about it and ask a hundred questions and still not fully comprehend what he had in mind.  My mind pictures work much differently than his most of the time.  I've learned through the years to just nod my head, be supportive, and wait for the finished product.  I haven't been disappointed yet.  My brother-in-law is very similar...in fact, when he planned out their redwood mansion, my sister-in-law said that he was trying to tell her what he had in mind, but was having trouble articulating.  I found that they know what they want to do in their head, but we just don't think the same...no matter though, they produce pretty awesome stuff, so we're ultimately happy.  The teenagers are definitely ready to be out of their tub and I think the little ones will be really happy to get the teens out of their world.  There was a lot of bullying going on...we know how devastating that can be...ha ha.

The little coop has a top door which makes it pretty easy to change out their water and put their food in.  I'm glad we kept the old feeders...they are perfect for the little coop.  Husband even built them two nesting boxes and positioned them so that they can get in the boxes and stay out of the wind.  He's thoughful like that.  The coop also has a front door down low, so they can get in and out and we can clean easily.  I heard the Fish helped with the door design...pretty smart idea.  I'm really happy about the whole set-up. 

Saturday morning, we put the teens in their new temporary home...sort of like a halfway house.  They love it!  First they weren't too sure what to do about all the space they now have.  The other issue was that they were a little intimidated by the big kids...especially Thunder and Big Bird.  Honestly, Big Bird scares me too, so I can only imagine how the teens felt.  They stayed in one of the nesting boxes until they were quite certain none of the big ones were going to come barreling through their new place.  Funny, the shoe is on the other foot now...although that analogy doesn't really work since chickens don't wear shoes...whatever.  The babies in the garage tub also seemed pretty happy about the move.  They had so much room to run around and their water actually stayed clean for most of the day.  No unruly beasts kicking shavings into the water.  Pretty soon, though, the babies will also be teens and will be joining their older siblings in the group home.  They still need a night light, as they still have lots of fluffy feathers.  Down, if you will. Below are som eshots of the teenagers at home.

Discovering food and water.  They still kick the shavings in the water, but it isn't quite as devastating as the little water container being completely buried with shavings.

Lady Gaga seems to be enjoying the new space.

Fog and Horn, along with their Australorp sisters...Gaga and "she who has yet to be named" in the background.  More on this naming stuff later.

So, Saturday night went well...the teenagers found solace and warmth huddled in one of the nesting boxes and by morning were exploring all aspects of their new home.  I came out at one point and one of the Australorps was on top of the water dispenser.  She slid off shortly after and we all had a good laugh.  By all, I mean me and the chickens.  Such an entertaining little crew.  Sunday, they found the top of the nesting boxes and at one point, they were taking turns jumping off og the top.  Typical teenage behavior.  There is so much more to share, but will save that for a future blog. 

Notes, thoughts, musings...

Ha ha...musings...I've always wanted to use that word, so I did.  Sounds stupid.

Anyway, I was looking back over the last couple of month's worth of posts and saw how much work we really all have done at the compound.  A few months ago, an off-duty police officer fell asleep at the wheel of his car and careened through our front yard taking out several bushes, our flag pole, and a good portion of our fence.  He's lucky he didn't die or get seriously injured, since a large piece of fence post went through the windshield of his car and exited through the passenger door.  In any case, we finally replaced the bushes and the flag pole after a few months of stuffing our dumpster full of brush and burning what we could. 

They look so small compared to the original bushes. 

Nice to see "Old Glory" waving in the wind again. 

The garden especially seems to have transformed from a disorderly weed patch into something that looks like it could just possibly be in Sunset magazine. We'll see if the veggies actually come out worthy of a magazine article.  I know that they will look much better this season due to the change in watering.  The soaker hoses seem to be just what they needed.  Even with my negligent watering, the plants seem to be doing fine and I even noticed that a couple have started growing!  This weekend's project is to take some compost out of the pile and spread it around the base of the new plants.  Hopefully give them a little extra energy to grow up healthy.

Speaking of weekend projects...they never actually end...husband is going to construct a portable home for the teenagers.  That way it doesn't have to stay permanently in our way.  They definitely need a larger home.  I came home for lunch today and as I was leaving, there was quite a ruckus in the garage.  I looked in and the little ones were having some sort of track and field event in their tub.  There was jumping, running, and hurdling going on.  Very silly.  But as a result of all these shenanigans, their food and water containers were completely full of shavings and poop.  Ew.  Time to move into a larger accommodations.

Some watering adjustments, some sprinklers since the grass is already starting to get brown, some flower planting...that should do it for the weekend. 

Garden is in!!!!

Whew...eleven days since the last post!  Well, technically twelve, but I had too much to write about and didn't post yesterday.  It's been a busy Spring Break and I'm pretty unhappy that it's over.  I kind of enjoy the whole "not working" thing.  To be fair, I shouldn't say that we were "not working" on our days off...we were.  We just did work that had more positive personal results for us...

The most exciting news is that the vegetable garden is 90% planted and the soaker hoses are a success!  The soaker hoses were not an immediate success, but with another minor adjustment, I think they are going to be awesome.  They seem to be running effectively, provided I remember to turn the darn things off...I have issues with that.  I tend to forget that I've turned the hoses on and then come out a few hours later to a mushy mess...or as in last night, I didn't turn the little lever completely to the "off" position. After having a shower with very little water pressure this morning, I went outside and discovered my garden looked like a rice paddy. 

Well, I got a little ahead of myself there...let's see...where did we start our "not working"?  Oh, I remember.  We actually started our week by going up to husband's sister's place in Santa Rosa.  We offered to help build them a chicken coop since we have some experience in that department.  We loaded up the truck with some plywood and a bunch of the old wood that we seem to have an overabundance of (still!), thinking that we would use those materials to construct a functional yet rustic looking coop.  When we got there, we discovered that this was going to be a high falootin' sort of coop...redwood...ooooooooohhhh....aaaaahhhhh....complete with windows, doors, and a tin roof!  Very nice!!!  After a few hours of sawing, hammering, cussing, drilling, more cussing, changing plans, and fastening, the redwood mansion was complete.  It is awesome!  The boys did a fantastic job with the construction.  I have to admit, that I did very little to help in this venture, other than staying out of the way.  As a matter of fact, husband's sister, the Fish, and I ran errands, went to the doctor, as someone (HW) had a fierce case of poison oak, and did a little wine tasting.  The wine tasting definitely helped with the poison oak situation.  Dinner, more wine, then off to bed to be ready for the next day's project.

Project number two up there, was to get their garden ready to plant.  The boys got rock and soil to put in the raised planter beds that our brother-in-law had already built.  Redwood, of course.  They are really awesome as well and someday, I might need to steal some design ideas. Poison oak girl bought some wine barrels to plant tomatoes in.  I decided a wine barrel would be perfect for my herb garden and bought one as well.  In retrospect, I should have gotten a couple more, but I can get those later.  We later cooked a delicious dinner, ate, and then headed home.

So, as we drove home, I think I may have been grumbling out loud about having to finish weeding the garden area before I could get any plants put in.  Husband, who was likely tired of that song and dance routine, decided to rent a rototiller and rototill!!  Three cheers for husband!  The following morning, we rented aforementioned rototiller, went to the local nursery (less than 2 miles from the house is a fantastic nursery with really nice people) and bought a yard of planter's mix.  Good stuff the guy said...lots of nutrients and manure, etc.  Rototilled that in...amazing what 50 horses can do for your garden...and I started planning the soaker hose layout.  Yay!

This is the idea I copied from a friend's garden.  Looks like a winner...easy too...right???

All done...and yes, that is the weekend harvester (me!) casting a shadow over the garden.  Seems like this should do it.  I ended up hooking up a hose on either end to separate spigots so that the water pressure would be more evenly distributed.  Now time to test it out...but I didn't really feel like it, so I called it a day.

The next day, husband and slaves got 6 1/2 cubic yards of river rock to pretty up the front yard area.  By the way, one yard of river rock is 3,000 pounds!  I helped a bit too, but then I worked on the vegetable planting, but more on that later.  In the front yard, we had several plants that had pretty much decided to do whatever they wanted to do, and therefore, were just plain ugly.  Years of drought and neglect ceratinly didn't help their cause either.  The Blazer got a good little workout pulling those plants out.  The ground underneath was a tangled mess of some sort of ground cover that I'm pretty sure would survive a nuclear blast.  Our plan was to just cover it all up with rock and then kill the weeds and the left over ground cover that the boy didn't yank out.  There were some pieces that just weren't worth the effort.  What was worth the effort, though, was the rock itself.  The front looks amazing!!  There was even enough rock, after the last trip, to put some between the rose bushes that line the driveway and that made them really stand out.  The finished prodect is pictured below.  I love it! 

Okay, so while the others were shoveling obscene amounts of river rock, I planted my vegetables.  I ended up going to several local garden/nursery places to get pre-grown vegetables after the dog fiasco.  Not sure I covered that previously...my cute little labbie got her line untangled and was able to reach the table where I had placed my precious seedlets for some daily sunshine.  She thought that she needed more fiber in her diet??  Anyway, she pulled all the trays down and when she figured out it wasn't anything too exciting, she just left the plants there in a disappointing little heap.  I managed to salvage some peppers, but the rest were just sad looking.  Not to mention after they were spilled all over the deck, I had very little idea what was what anymore.  I'll try again next year.  The Fish came over to help me construct the trellis like fence I saw in a friend's yard to hold up my tomatoes.  Those cages you get at the store are annoying.  They work well at first, but then either collapse or I get my hands stuck in them trying to get the tomatoes out.  Not to mention, I have to throw them away every year.  The fencing we put up seems much more permanent and useful.  After planting all my plants, I decided to try out my new watering system.  It started out a little slow, but then gained momentum.  As you can see by the photo below, a little too much momentum in the corner. 

It puddled something awful...  Originally the beans were going to go there, but the flooding made the wooden trellis fall over and when I stepped into that corner, my boots disappeared.  The big bird dog thought it was a great place to play and things got temporarily out of control in that corner.  Ugh.  Plan C...or is it now D?  I don't know.  Husband to the rescue again...I'm really glad he is a good thinker.  I am too, but sometimes I just don't see the solution clearly.  He suggested splicing the end of the regular hose that is attached to the soaker hose with one of those hose things that looks like a "y".  Then taking the other end of the soaker (after rearranging it) and attaching it to the other part of the "y" thingie.  Much better!!  I now think that I need to do that on the other end as well.  Always a project...

Looking west...

Looking east...

From west to east, we have the following planted:  The first 2 rows are a variety of tomatoes, including Early Girl, Better Boy, yellow pear (like little pear shaped cherry tomatoes...yummy!), cherry, roma, and a couple of heirlooms that looked interesting.  Next row is the pepper row...mostly a variety of bells and one pepperoncini.  We aren't fans of hot peppers, so none of those, but seems like that's all the nurseries sell.  Egh.  Oh there are 2 eggplant plants there too!  Husband isn't too sure about those...actually neither am I.  I'm pretty sure that Epicurious.com will come in handy with those.   Next comes the cucumber row...munching and pickling varieties.  Squash takes up rows 5, 6 and 7.  Summer squash, zucchini, crookneck, spaghetti, and one other that I don't remember the name of.  We love squash, so we can never have enough.  The last row is an odd little mix.  At the north end are edame...still don't know how to pronounce that...also not sure why they don't just call them soy beans, which is what they are, I think.  Good munching snack and good for you.  Then I planted the pea seeds, because started pea seedlets are an elusive crop here in the Central Valley.  All the nurseries I called said they had them, but when I actually got there to buy them, they were "sold out".  Someone is a few steps ahead of me, I guess.  Then at the southern end of the row are the blue lake beans...the staple ingredient of green bean casserole. Yum!  I also have some leeks (part of the onion family), but now am unsure where to put those...the wine barrels would be ideal right now.

Then came the wine barrel of herbs.  Husband had filled up the barrel with planter's mix and I set out to plant my eight herb pots in what I discovered was now a much too small area.  Ugh...I got a little out of control with all the herb choices...good thing I saved all sorts of old clay pots!  I filled those with a mixture of potting soil and compost from our compost pile (I know this is a little weird, but the soil out of the compost pile smells soooo good!) and started planting.  Below are pictures of how the herb pots turned out.  I'm pretty darn proud of myself...now to just keep them watered and things will be good, I think.  I might see if I can rig up some drip for those...that would be sooooo much easier.  Well, as long as I don't forget to turn the water on...or off...

Clockwise from top:  basil, sage, parsley, and cilantro

Clockwise from upper left:  lavender, chives, rosemary, and dill

Now for some poultry news...the cute little peepers are definitely in their teenage years.  Gangly and funny looking with a bit of an unruly attitude to boot.  I put the smaller kids (my 2 Auraconas) in with them and the teens wasted no time bullying the little guys around.  I am proud of my tiny peepers in that they are holding their own against the mob.  This weekend's poultry project is to build the new crew a little addition to the large coop, so they can stop putting all the shavings in their water dish within seconds of me putting it in there and so they can start getting used to the big birds in the big coop.  Plus they will have ample room to move around.

Teenagers...

 The adults hens are pretty happy about their new addition...an automatic waterer!!  I think the kids (the human ones) are pretty happy about it too.  No longer do we have to brave the mad rush of poultry in the morning when we try to go and get the water container out to refill it.  They drink a lot of water!  It will be nice in summer too...wish I could set up an automatic feeder...

One last note before I retire for the day...this is Coop Mama getting ready to attack my gloved hand looking for eggs.  She makes a noise that really is unpleasant to hear, ruffles her whole hind end, and pecks at my hand .  Fish and husband prefer the pvc pipe method...she prefers neither.  But she keeps the eggs neat and organized.  Go Mama!