It's always after I recover from unwellness that it becomes clear to me how sick I was. I've been having more headaches/migraines - I had one overnight that faded this afternoon. Although I could barely

What a day. Buckets of water coming down, starting out with slush on the ground, and wind, blowing the cold rain into your face and coat. All the chickens opted to stay in the greenhouse most of the day,

The birds are all out of their winter confinement in the greenhouse and free-ranging again (so excited!). Mostly out. They are free to come and go, for the last week or two since the snow has been going.

The sap is running! Last year we were largely robbed of the sugar season when winter ended a month early (just kidding! Catastrophic frost in June!). I completely failed to get taps in the trees on time

Busy coupla days, with a big cozy snowstorm today. Not so cozy out in the sleet and slogging through the accumulation, but cozy in the house with the wind blowing on it, and for the birds in the greenhouse.

I've tried a number of procedures to control scaly leg mite in my flock (bathing with insecticidal soap and vaseline, just vaseline), but as my flock grows, I've tried a new method, and so far so good.

I've got another sick chicken. She's a sweetie. I've always liked her voice. It's high and peepy. She's old, of unknown vintage, and she seemed to suddenly be dying, flopped out in the coop. Old chickens

Guineas. I let them out for their grass hour (more on that later), and then I'm inside, thinking Boy, they sure sound close. Because they were directly outside the front window, looking in, and yelling,

There's always one chicken that can't resist the allure of goings-on in the coop. Hey. Whatcha doin'? I live here ya know. Some chickens come in, maybe hoping to leave an egg, and leave indignant. It's

The greenhouse smells summery and green from the new hay bales we just brought in, and the chickens love them some novelty. They're getting a little bored of their winter confinement to the polytunnel

This is the sum total of the house chicken's house habitat: A banana box for sleeping, and a Tupperware box to stand on. She eats from the windowsill (where she spotted the weasel), and snacks on the aloe

We have a little Ameracuana lady in the house. Her name isn't very creative. Ameracaunas have poofy feather cheeks, and Santa beards. Their little cheeks are adorable. Did you say beard? She's in the house

Little Nosey, being herself. I'm teasing her with a litter grabber. She's like Why. Why are you pointing a robot arm at me? The guineas had a big adventure, escaping in the morning. Good day for it (not

It's a little bit cold here. Not Wisconsin/Michigan cold - they're getting temps that normally stay in Northern Canada - but it's nippy here in the warmer bands of the "polar vortex". The scary

I was very surprised. It took hours for the chickadees to discover the new bird feeder. And then, it was only one, who hogged that knowledge and had exclusive access for days. Finally the grosbeaks made

It was a COLD morning, and husband noticed this little hen shivering up on a perch, so he grabbed her (Get your hands off me! Put me down, brute!) and stuck her in his coat (Oh. OH. Ok. This is good.)

I feel conspicuous. Low profile, low profile I'll just make a run for it The weasel has on his snow white suit and is caught out in the melt. The house chicken was the first to spot him through the window.

It's just SO weird to put on a bee suit in January. However, it was a warm day, so my bees came out to poop, and I was able to feed them. By warm I mean that in 24 hours the temp shot up from -10°C to

It's probably time I introduce myself. I've got a lot on the go, and I thought the best way to describe myself was to illustrate it. The idea came to me in a flash, then of course I spent loads of time

Cheeks is the current resident house chicken. She has yet to be introduced, and her story is long, but the short version is that she had a life-threatening injury in the fall and has been in the house