Oh, look! It’s the feather babies! See, they are still alive. They are 1 1/2 weeks old now. Today, Frodo let them out and about into the big wide world past the woodshed for the first time. And I had to scramble to block up a few gaps under the fence thanks to the others’ … More The Feather Babies go Exploring
I’m going to do a current chick update soon, really! But first, something I’ve been meaning to do for a while: looking back at photos of Mr Bingley and co, the presumed 3/4 Australorp crew, to compare how they looked when they were chicks to how they look now. Or when we saw them last … More Peering at Photos: A Look Back at The Original Feather Babies
Completing insane outdoor tasks rates pretty highly on the pleased-ometer scale. A couple of nights ago I completed one: The Sticks. And I’m feeling pretty chuffed. What started out as The Sticks; removing the long mountain of sticks and wood that somehow accumulated along the back fence by the woodshed, turned into The Place of … More In Which Insane Outdoor Tasks Are Completed
If The Husband didn’t think I was a crazy chicken lady before, he surely does now. Anyone would think I was the one having babies. In preparation for the arrival of the feather babies I was nesting: tidying things up, making plans and getting everything ready. I was going to move Frodo and the chicks, once hatched, … More A Story of Feather Babies
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