|One of my favorite views on our farm–which is why we named it "Valley View."|
|I woke up Addie early this morning |
to the sound of peeping chicks.
The chicks are all situated under a cozy heat lamp in the chicken house and will begin to lay eggs by early spring. The mixed batch of 26 will hopefully be at least half hen (the roosters will be fattened for the freezer). Meanwhile, my ten remaining hens, now 2.5 years old, are molting and taking a bit of a rest from egg-laying. We'll see how they do with egg-laying in the spring, otherwise I might have to be making some decisions as to their life expectancy. I am getting tougher.
|A deer on the ridge turned when I said, "Hi Gertie!" but it wasn't and he ran off again.|
Tomorrow we will be having Aunt Cynthia's burial at a small and lovely Catholic cemetery in western Casey County. She passed in June and I will write more about her soon. She would have loved this weather, too.
I am so content with my children altogether again, a puffed-up broody hen if I do say so, even if for a short time. With their span of ages–23, 13 and 11–they are at two different ends of the spectrum. In the past few years I have learned to appreciate those different stages and go with it, while enjoying all of the various colors and nuances, and moments, along the way.
You come back when you're ready!