The Chickens are Restless...

We have been letting the chickens free range on the property. They don't wander very far from the coop. There have been some fights over the past few days and Aaron wondered if the pecking order is at stake. Some of the girls are looking like they've been through the ringer. I mean, on a good day the girls are not an attractive bunch- what with some missing tail feathers and others with bald spots. Some with both!

They really should have been slaughtered in the fall. At least, most of them should have been. But I don't have the right equipment and much less the time required to slaughter and prep 5 birds for the freezer. The previous owners said that if we just took them down to the creek and left them there overnight, the local wildlife would 'take care' of them for us. At the time that plan sounded too much like a warped Tarantino film of Hansel and Gretel on the farm. Though, since we don't have a cock and only hens, it would have to be "Gretel and Her Sisters: Death waits for no chicken". Or something silly like that because chickens are inherently silly. Aaron and I like to refer to them as our mini velocraptors- you get it? It's a play on Velociraptor…. and since chickens are decedents of dinosaurs… Well, anyway, we think it's funny. Perhaps you have to step in enough chicken poop to really appreciate that joke.

When you boil farming down to it's essence, it's really just about poop.

And now here are just some random photos. I hope these are not repeats:

A leopard slug in the garden. Can you see it? It's right in the middle of the photo.

My back porch all lit up for the holidays.

Carl napping on the roof of my truck.

Wiley likes to sit in the wet leaf pile. Sometimes he curls up to take a nap. Weirdo!