18 August 2009

pretending to be farmers~

Once upon a time, when I had absolutely no idea what I was talking about, I used to say I wanted to marry a farmer. I think this came from loving to be at my grandparents' house who even still to this day live and work their farm. They were so happy, life was so peaceful and it seemed like that was just the way people were supposed to live. There's still a part of me that believes if we could just return to simpler times a lot of the world's problems could be solved. But I digress...

Anyway, as I grew older I realized that I did not, in fact, want to be a farmer's wife. I wanted to be a contractor's wife :o) (well, I wanted to be Glen's wife, and he's a contractor, so, you know.) Running an entire farm entails work I can't even really imagine. It makes me tired just thinking about it.

So when Glen and I moved to the country, we had no aspirations of farming or growing anything (other than babies, heh heh.) As time has passed, we've wanted to learn some gardening, we have some fruit trees, and this year we got some chickens right before Grace was born. And remember when I said Glen was oddly attached to them? Well, the feeling is mutual, because they follow him around everwhere. It is hilarious. He's like a mother hen. They are completely free range (which means we are now tick free - hooray!) except we do put them up at night. But as soon as they're out, if Glen's out, they're following him around.

So even though our first year gardening attempt was a dismal failure, unless you count the chickens eating the tomatos successful, which I guess you could, sort of, at least the chickens are doing well. Thankfully, we haven't even lost one. And to prove it, last night Moriah discovered the first eggs.


They're tiny, but I'm told they'll get bigger in about a week or so. Depending on how many we get, we're hoping to be able to sell some. Now we're thinking about round two and possibly adding a rooster to the mix so we can actually get our own chicks instead of having to buy them.

So gardening, not so much, though we called this a practice year anyway, but chickens...they've been so much easier than I ever expected.

And chickens are about all that's going on in my world this week, unless you want to talk about the throwing up four year old, but I'd rather talk about the chickens.


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6 comments:

Wendy said...

you have no idea how happy this post makes me...
i might just be smiling all day thinking about your chickens.

hutch mom said...

i will totally buy some eggs from you guys!! let me know when you have a couple dozen...

Dana Maize said...

I'm so happy to hear about your chickens! Maybe if they would just fertilize your garden for next year.....

TexasNeals said...

i've been wondering how your chickens were doing! i can't believe you haven't lost any?! that's great. so hilarious that they like your husband. HA! :)

Kimarie said...

Hi, Shyla!

Don't know if you remember me, but we met through a MOMYS homeschool sale online, I think!

Anyway, I remembered your blog and finally found it again - congratulations on your newest blessing! (I think I said that already...)

Love your chickens! We need to get a new flock - raccoons got ours. :-(

Blessings!

TexasNeals said...

i deleted your comment. actually billy's sister lives in that town! the town that billy's mom lives in is spring hill. anyway, i think it would be neat to meet you too. isn't it funny how you can read someone's blog and it feels like you know them!?
maybe it will work out sometime. :)

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