So happy…

I find myself feeling utterly content over the smallest things lately.

I cleaned out the chicken ark today to keep things all tidy for my birdies, and to do that, I have to shut them on the bottom level.  Well, I’d kicked Sadie out of the nest box in order to do this, and she wasn’t too happy.

As soon as I lowered the walkway to the second floor, she flew–literally!–up to the second floor and hustled into the nest box and sat there crooning to herself.  I sat next to the ark and listened to her and to the happy sounds the the other four were making over the new grass they were now sitting on.

Otto came and sat in my lap–again, literally, all 67 pounds of him–and we just listened to the chickens and watched Lacey and Bella play tug-of-war and chase each other around the yard.

And then I heard the Sadie cackle her victory cackle, and bustle back down the gangplank to join the others, and I opened the nest box and there was her egg.

It’s such a small thing, but in that moment, holding her warm egg, looking out over the grass as it turns brilliant shades of emerald, I felt profoundly grateful and at peace.

There’s definitely something to this whole letting go thing… but more on that later.

For now, here’s a picture of my cute lady-bug mud clogs.  I know you were just dying to see them.

Meet the Ladies

Okay, as promised, now that the chickens come running to the end of the ark where I am even if I don’t call them (they’re hoping for scratch, and today was their lucky day), and now that I can even hold one of them regularly, I can now introduce them to you properly, ready?

From left to right we have: Roxy, Tilly, Sadie, Bonnie (the barred rock hiding behind the others), and Henrietta (Husband really wanted a Henrietta 😉 )

So, close up, here’s Roxy, the audacious Barred Rock.

And here’s Henrietta, the one that lets me hold her, and thus she’s rapidly becoming my favorite chicken. I picked her up Sunday and let 5-6 people pet her and she was pretty chill.  And her feathers are so soft!

Tilly, the talkative one 😛  You can always tell where she is because she keeps up a near constant monologue.

Bonnie, the shy barred rock.  But she’s not too shy about scratch, she just tries to stay out of the others way…


And look! someone left me a present :-) Yay! I like presents!  It was still warm too. Now that’s a fresh egg.

By the way, this makes for great identity theft protection… not only do you shred all your papers, but then you use it as next box material.  And when the chickens get confused and poop in the nest box, you compost the whole thing… yeah, no ones putting THAT back together.

The Chicken or the Egg-Part 2: the chicken!(s)

My chicken ark has chickens in it!

The girls arrived yesterday with my friend Shari (thanks, Shari! :-) ).  They are all just about 1 year old.  The big yellow ones are Buff Orpingtons and the black and white ones are Plymouth Barred Rocks.  (never heard of an Orpington? it’s okay, neither has my spell checker 😛 ).

The birdies like scratch. (mix of cracked corn and grain).  It’s like chicken crack.

Can you hear them? They’re saying, “Scraaatch, Scra, Scra, Scratch!) (or maybe that was clucking, but I’m pretty sure I heard them enunciating).


You looking at me?

mmm, wet stuff!

SCRAAAAATCH!!!

meow