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I am a 50+ yr old stay at home wife of a scientist/Military man.  I raise chickens for eggs, rescue dogs & cats & spoil them all.  I am a silver/metal smith & stained glass artist.  I, at one time was an secondary art teacher & Social Studies teacher.  I am sorta a eclectic earth mother who recycles everything I can get my hands on.  Enjoy working with power tools & even built my own 10ft by 6ft chicken coop.  am pretty much interested in learning everything I can thur books, magazines & friends. I enjoy veggie gardening & doing gardens just for the chickens. I also sew & love making pioneer style comfortable clothes for myself & adding vintage lace when I can find it. I am pretty easygoing, but need my coffee first before I am ready to face the world & day.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Green Acres is the place to be....but not while sleeping

Good morning everyone!

I have been up since yesterday morning & its now just after 9 a.m.  Been really busy trying to get the house cleaned for the sisters who ill be here the 5th of Sept....problem is I get so body tired but my mind refuses to shut down, as it did last night...

There I am, its nice & dark & that silly theme song from Green Acres pops into my head...now tell me you have never had this happen?...well maybe not the same song but one that comes out of nowhere & then stays with you until you are ready to climb the walls or get out the whiskey?!

I can sorta see why it ran through my head with all the things I am thinking about that need to go to the farm with me, but I mean REALLY...after 2 hours of fighting to shut it off & sleep I finally gave up & got up.

So I guess I need to talk about this...now like the Missus, I am leaving the city...alright already, the small town with all the wonderful things like stick pin bowling, liquor stores on pretty much every street & 2 dunkin' donut shops to Cow patty pastures, Cow drinking slimmy pond & no dunkin donuts anywhere within driving range of the tractor.

But unlike the Missus of Green Acres I can cook, even on a wood fire making bread in a dutch oven...So guess thats brownie points for me.

Sadly there will be no Arnold the pig coming into the shed to switch on the TV, but the chickens may come in to hang out in the rocking chair & listen to me sing off key while I listen to music with my head phones....like you can ever sing on key with those things on.

I think occasionally I may wake to a cow at the door, if it forgets how to get to the milking barn or is tired of having its teets stuck to a machine & wants a hide out.  Now it can not come sit in the rocking chair though...I do have my limits.

Do you all ever notice that went I am really tired & decide to do my Blog its never like the others?...No?? well you aren't reading my blog very often, now are you?!

Ok so back to the Green Acres...for those who have no idea what I am talking about it was a TV show way back when I was young.  I loved the idea of the pesky neighbor coming in through the bedroom closet instead of through the front door....Seems someone built a door on the other side of the closet, why?? who knows & who cares...it was just funny.

Sadly my little 2 room shed won't have a closet that I can do this with but then again I don't want Mr. Grumpy Pants from the main house coming through that way, like does he need to see me in my long johns, wild eyed & still trying to wake up with coffee....

For his sake I hope not, cause I think the coffee cup would be flying at him & that's a awful waste of my coffee....Plus unless one of my chickens got loose & killed one of his big ole milk cows I don't want to hear it....I honestly don't think that would hold up in court anyway so why waste your time coming to me that early in the morning?

I am still drying foods in my food dryer & found out that cantaloupe is not something that does well.  Any bit of moisture left starts to mold within 2 days.  Thank goodness I only did one melon, so had only a small baggie to throw away.....have banana's drying now & am wondering if the same will happen with them...but I can keep them it there til nearly dried & then put them in the oven to finish....I so hope they dry right, cause molding/furry banana chips in oatmeal is just not my kind of breakfast.....ok fine...since I don't eat breakfast lets just say lunch alright?

Ok had to let the screaming kitten out so have no idea what I was talking about :(

Whatever it was it must have not been important so ....it rained today after about 8 days of sunshine...sorta nice to feel the nice cool breeze this morning & rain dripping down my back as I let the chickens out for the day.....Now its sunny again & I am sure it will be humid so will enjoy the wet hair & shirt as it gets hotter outside.

Bowzer, my basement coop hen is broody again so gave her 4 eggs from the main coop where CeeCee is & hope they will hatch.  She did hatch one about 2 months ago but it passed on after being stepped on & cut by either Bowzers toenails or Peppers.  I think Pepper went in to lay an egg & Bowzer got upset so the poor baby suffered badly from it...But I heard it happening, so was able to grab the baby & keep it warm & semi comfortable in my lap until it passed on....This time when I hear a baby peeping while its trying to hatch I will grab Bowzer & all the eggs & get them into a separate crate into the house area so I can keep an eye on them.

Moonlite is grown & the cutiest little chick...a bit high strung though...she takes off when I get too close, so I have to sorta slowly chase her down so I can pick her up.  I try to do this ever y day so she gets used to being handled....At least Ginger Snap (Momma) doesn't try to take off my leg when I do this....but from her noises I know she is cussing me up one side & down the other......they have such potty mouths.

Ok since the screen is tilting...oh wait a minute, thats me!....I guess I had best close for now........

Have a wonderful chicken day

M' & crew




1 comment:

  1. Sounds like my head - Yes, I do know Green Acres and also thought that would be me and it is to some extent. My husband would have been the suit wearing farmer however, I never could have been the feather wearing, hair done wife with no idea how to do anything. I also would have never answered the phone if I would have had to climb the pole. Glad to hear the updates and I promise to email - life is just off the rails... Hugs Dear Hen

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