I could cry. I know part of it is my fault for trusting this finger-licking-chicken-craving-blood-loving killer, but I am normally not worried about the chickens when the dogs are out. As you know by now, Gus is my good dog. The keeper of the chickens. He loves them, and he is raising them basically. Dude,… Continue reading Dude, the Killer Dog
Okay, so for those of you who read my last blog "Jail Time", under "I Eat Stuff", you would know that my super rude dog, Dude, ate one of my beloved 8-week-old chicks, Betty. If you haven't read that blog yet, go read it and then come back because this story will not have the… Continue reading The Resurrection of Petri the Chicken, AKA: Houdini (“WTF” Edition)
It happened again. I spoke too soon about how my sweet Australian Shepherds are so good with the chickens. Technically, one of them is great with the chickens, more so the babies than the big chickens. But he doesn't really care about the big chickens, he'd just assume not bother or be bothered by them.… Continue reading Dog Jail
I always wondered how people with 20+ chickens keep up with all those eggs. For those of you who don't know, a hen lays an egg every day, at least, a happy hen does. I have four right now and if they are all happy hens that day, I collect four eggs. Sometimes someone will… Continue reading Eggs-travaganza
There are a few things they just don't tell you when you start raising chickens. I realize that I have become the crazy chicken lady, but if you ask my fiance he will openly tell you that I've always been relatively crazy, I just happened to acquire chickens somewhere along the way. However you want… Continue reading Chronicles of a Crazy Chicken Lady
Here everyone, have a laugh. So as most of you all know by now I have been raising chickens for the past eight months or so. I have documented my rookie mistakes as a frontier girl and shared my goofs with you all. Today, I have a sad story turned happy, and I'd like to… Continue reading What the Cluck?
The other night I was hanging out with my family and we got to talking about things we didn't know. For example, a handful of them had not clue that baby carrots were just bigger carrots that had been carved down to smaller ones. My fiance and cousin had no idea that a pickle was… Continue reading Wicked Chickens Lay Deviled Eggs