And now, back to our regularly scheduled program.
Can you tell what’s going on here?
How ’bout now? I caught her in my 50 pounds of Honeycrisps… makin’ nice neat rows of apples with teensy bites out of them. It was so darn cute. Her friend wanted in on the action, too. These apples have a future in applesauce today and tomorrow.
You’ll remember that back in April I picked up 25 baby chickens. I didn’t pay the extra cash-ola for all ladies… I figured I had a 50/50 chance. You know. Odds. Well, now I’ve got about 20 roosters and 5 hens. My hand to Heaven, I am not even kidding. Slaughtering was never on my hobby farm list of “OOOOOH, I wanna do that!” but seriously, folks. These guys are huge. And they are terrible at laying eggs. They have plenty of room and don’t fight (and don’t attack), but I don’t need a million boys around here. Thus, I have roped my father into helping me make some chicken dinners when he comes in December to
be our nanny visit for awhile. He’s an old pro. He used to hafta chopchop when he was a kid out on the farm… before the 20 miles walk barefoot and uphill to school, of course. Come Christmas time, you could have yourself a nice TexasNorth free-range chicken on your table if your gate swings that way. You local folks let me know.
It’s good to be back. We’ve missed you.
See you Thursday.