This morning I caught one of our free-range chickens conversing with our Bunny Boots. I am not sure but it could be a conversation about the up and coming Easter ~ the “hopping down the bunny trail thing”. Or Boots might be planning an escape and asking the chicken if he could just reach up and pull the lever to unlatch the door. I am not sure what furry and feathery were up to but it looked pretty serious. I may need to install a bunny cam LOL
I was a single mom raising my son Steven who was a wonderful young person that became a fantastically successful man. Proud momma here :-) I was the difficult one to raise ~ Steven would tell me what music would rot my brain and when to turn off the computer and go to bed. He also would tell me ~ in an affectionate way ~ I needed to get a life. It’s a good thing I met Bill shortly before Steven moved out to attend college in Portland Oregon ~ the empty nest syndrome sucks when you are the only bird in the house. I met Bill in 2002 ~ he showed up on my doorstep and instead of a box of candy and flowers he gave me a marble and glass rose. That was it ~ he won me over on the first date. I lived 250 miles away from Bill but would drive to see him on the weekends. In the summer he would sell his beads and marbles at the “Missoula Saturday Market” in Missoula Montana ~ I loved working the booth with him and getting to know all the wonderful people. The place was like a carnival and we were the Carnies. In April of 2003 I gave up the weekly 250-mile drive and moved to the Bitterroot Mountains to be with Bill and his daughter. Bill and I still attend the Missoula Saturday Market together and have a permanent booth location. This open-air, artist only market runs from May through October and people come from all over the United States either vacationing in Montana or they have children attending the University of Missoula. Bill and I will be starting our market season soon and I am so excited about seeing old friends ~ the first day is always like a family reunion with my Carnie friends :-).
Baby chicks are a sure sign of spring. Bill and I became the proud owners of 6 baby chickies on March 30. Since our chickens are free-range they are exposed to the brutal circle of life around our farm. Regardless of the circle of life turnover free-range chickens offer great bug control and fun in the form of what surprising places they will lay their eggs. We have set up a nice hen house with soft wood shavings in little hen nesting areas ~ in spite of this our chickens sometimes prefer to lay eggs in a box in Bills shop or under one of the rose bushes This random act of egg laying can become adventurous in itself in the form of a off season Easter egg hunt. I am really thankful for the Magpies around here ~ who knows were eggs have been laid that we would never find until the sun comes out and warms things up to a stench. The Magpies are little maid of our farm.
I was a single mom raising my son Steven who was a wonderful young person that became a fantastically successful man. Proud momma here :-) I was the difficult one to raise ~ Steven would tell me what music would rot my brain and when to turn off the computer and go to bed. He also would tell me ~ in an affectionate way ~ I needed to get a life. It’s a good thing I met Bill shortly before Steven moved out to attend college in Portland Oregon ~ the empty nest syndrome sucks when you are the only bird in the house. I met Bill in 2002 ~ he showed up on my doorstep and instead of a box of candy and flowers he gave me a marble and glass rose. That was it ~ he won me over on the first date. I lived 250 miles away from Bill but would drive to see him on the weekends. In the summer he would sell his beads and marbles at the “Missoula Saturday Market” in Missoula Montana ~ I loved working the booth with him and getting to know all the wonderful people. The place was like a carnival and we were the Carnies. In April of 2003 I gave up the weekly 250-mile drive and moved to the Bitterroot Mountains to be with Bill and his daughter. Bill and I still attend the Missoula Saturday Market together and have a permanent booth location. This open-air, artist only market runs from May through October and people come from all over the United States either vacationing in Montana or they have children attending the University of Missoula. Bill and I will be starting our market season soon and I am so excited about seeing old friends ~ the first day is always like a family reunion with my Carnie friends :-).
Baby chicks are a sure sign of spring. Bill and I became the proud owners of 6 baby chickies on March 30. Since our chickens are free-range they are exposed to the brutal circle of life around our farm. Regardless of the circle of life turnover free-range chickens offer great bug control and fun in the form of what surprising places they will lay their eggs. We have set up a nice hen house with soft wood shavings in little hen nesting areas ~ in spite of this our chickens sometimes prefer to lay eggs in a box in Bills shop or under one of the rose bushes This random act of egg laying can become adventurous in itself in the form of a off season Easter egg hunt. I am really thankful for the Magpies around here ~ who knows were eggs have been laid that we would never find until the sun comes out and warms things up to a stench. The Magpies are little maid of our farm.
