Farmgirl School

"It is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life." -Tolkien

I heard crowing at dawn.  I stretched and smiled, hearing that beautiful familiar sound.  My eyes shot open and I jumped out of bed.  I searched with sleepy eyes through the window trying to catch sight of who was actually a rooster.  Then…nothing.  No crowing for days.  None of the hens looked like a rooster …

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  Is there anything sweeter than chick days?  They are little and adorable.  There is bird song in our home all hours of the day.  Gentle, joyous chirping from the closed guest room door.  Their personalities begin to emerge.  Namaste is sweet and content to stay in my hand.  Yoga likes to sit and watch …

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The ducks have returned to Pumpkin Hollow Farm.  They are adorable and fluffy and live behind an impressive fortress.  Ten cats is something to worry about but we have kept the just a few days old ducklings safe.  We can barely get in, however!  Over the plastic storage box Doug molded some fencing then we …

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We’ve been watching Irene for awhile.  She has a zigzag on her chest that makes her look like a superhero and she stands much taller and bigger than the other ducks.  Some women are built that way.  I wasn’t judging.  They follow her everywhere.  She enjoys a good swim in their child sized swimming pool …

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We saw the sign on the door of Big R (our local farm store) as we walked in, “Chicks arrive July 31st!”  We have never taken home chicks mid-summer but it made rather good sense.  Just a day or so earlier Doug was talking to someone who told him that if we get chicks in …

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He is a symbol.  The voice is symbolic to me. He is the ambassador to the farm. Growing  up in the city, as children our own only knowledge of him was in pre-school songs and storybooks. In movies set on a farm.  In fine art depicting rural and culinary arts.  He is inextricably linked to farm …

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Doug came in from measuring the space around the porch.  “I am not sure about closing off under the porch.  That is the chickens’ safe place from predators.” “We must!” I replied, “Do you want eggs, or what?!  Besides, Bumble keeps the predators away.” Later that day- “Two eggs!”  Doug brought in two beautiful eggs …

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We live in a little house on a busy street.  We have two lots so it lives big, but we have neighbors, traffic, and street lights.  There are no chickens allowed in the front yard.  They have a large area in the back yard where they have taken over the swing, the lawn chairs, the …

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From the beginning, when the little bundles of fluff arrived home, they received kisses and hugs.  It makes them tame chickens.  When we figured out that Louisa was now Henry Higgins, he got doubled the kisses.  I have heard the horror stories of roosters.  I wanted a nice rooster.  He now runs from me yelling, …

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Our nine teenaged girls are becoming old enough to join the ranks of the other six as layers.  We got our first egg from the new set of chickens the other day.  It does look like a robin snuck into the coop and laid an egg.  So adorable and precious.  I would have never guessed …

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