Curt returned from a business trip to Birmingham last night… we are fortunate to know some really incredible people down South, and we are so blessed to say they are all unharmed. Everyone has such remarkable stories. No one in the area has gone untouched- either physically or emotionally- from the fury that tore through last week. If you have the means, may I recommend donating to the American Red Cross? Growing up in a military family, the ARC was our emergency connection to home, and it will always stand for help and rescue in my book.
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I’d like to show you the new digs for our little peeps… finished and relocated on Sunday. The mini-coop was designed and built entirely by Curt. I believe I asked for “a box that opens.” I love my husband.
On Friday (before the coop was finished because that is how we so often roll) we managed to bring home 15 buff orpingtons that were ‘on sale’ at the local feed store. One dollar each. These ladies were a bit older than the other chicks, and I think the store was hoping to reduce their stock a bit. Sure. Why not?
Chickens live to be about 7 years old. Not that I’d personally know that. We’ve had so many, erm, non-Disney-esque incidents that I no longer blink when a few ladies don’t punch their time cards in the morning. Fencing and shelter are simply no match for our regular relentless visitors of raccoon, opossum, fox, hawk, and neighbor dog. Also, sometimes I forget to close their door at night. Because I am a terrible person and my children have caused me to lose. my. brain. In my defense, it was never my life dream to be a Chicken Lady. We got our first batch of chickens by accident and it just kind of went from there.
Initially, I has grand visions of my children sitting on the porch, hugging their favorite fluffy bird and reading it bedtime stories. Big heart laugh, glowing smile, sunshine all the time. Our reality at TexasNorth is a bit more practical. No names, no leashes, no serious long-term attachment. Easy come, easy go.
Despite what our history implies, we do very much love our birds. They’re super fun to watch. Their compost supplements our garden and they eat oodles of bugs. Not to mention, their eggs are fantastic.
This will house chicks, present and future, until they get their license to be with the big girls. The mini-coop addition measures 4 feet by 6 feet and has 3 roof sections that open. There’s also a side door (not quite finished yet) that will eventually give them access to the great outdoors and allow me to clean ‘er out. The wood is left over from the basement project, and the roofing is left over from the big coop. Mini will get some blue paint and stars soon to dress her up, but for now we’re just concentrating on survivial. These ladies are about a month old. They’ll start laying eggs around 6 months of age and will continue for about 2 years.
Obviously, they could use your prayers.
We should have bought more birds.