A Thank You Note to Miller Farm Chickens

A Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara

Dearest Chickens,

Thank you so much for your recent increase in egg production. We have enjoyed the eggs fried, scrambled, poached and boiled. We have also been able to sell the excess to help pay for your food.

I very much appreciate you keeping your end of our bargain – you feed me, I feed you.

To show my gratitude, I will add an extra scoop of hen scratch to your feed this week.

Keep up the good work!

Sincerely,
Chicken Wrangler Sara

PS

If you keep this up, I may need to invest in a new egg basket!

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Words from Mount Rushmore – George Washington

Mount Rushmore is known as the “Shrine of Democracy,” an iconic symbol of the United States carved into the southeastern face of Mount Rushmore in South Dakota’s Black Hills National Forest.

Sculptor Gutzon Borglum created the design depicting the faces of U.S. Presidents George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Abraham Lincoln, and Theodore Roosevelt and oversaw the project’s execution from 1927 to 1941 with the help of his son, Lincoln Borglum.

Borglum along with four hundred workers used dynamite and pneumatic hammers to blast through the rock quickly along with the traditional tools of drills and chisels as the heads of the four presidential heads took shape in the face of Mount Rushmore.

Arduous and dangerous work, it is amazing that no lives were lost during the construction. If you ever see it in person, you will stand in awe as I did.

In honor of Presidents Day, February 19, Wednesday’s Words of Wisdom will be from the Mount Rushmore presidents. Today’s words come from President George Washington, the first face on the left.

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A Wordless Love Story – February 2018 Update

On February 4, 2013, I originally posted this blog about a six-minute animated film that mixes hand-drawn and CGI animation to tell a love story

Unfortunately, the YouTube video I chose is no longer available. You can, however, watch this Disney trailer.

The Disney Animation video premiered at the Annecy International Animated Film Festival in June 2012 and won the Best Animated Short Category at the 2013 Academy Awards.

As a romance writer, I think Paperman does a fabulous job of telling a wonderful love story without using a single spoken word. It’s the perfect blog for the beginning of February, which is why I’ve revised my original 2013 blog and am posting again this year.

Enjoy as you prepared for this month of love.

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Winter Quotes – Judythe Morgan

 

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Winter, Winter Go Away

It’s cold and gray outside.

I know this is not breaking news. It is winter and that’s what we expect.

I may live in Texas, but I understand about winter. I’ve spent many years experiencing winters in cold places like Colorado, Connecticut, and West Virginia.

What I don’t understand is what winter is doing here in Texas.

We’ve been in a deep freeze with temperatures below freezing for days. Ice shut the whole city down for two days. We’ve had multiple snowfalls in southeast Texas since the first of January for heaven’s sake. Okay 2″ hardly counts as a blizzard, but that snow included Galveston, which sits on edge of the Gulf of Mexico. That’s just unnatural!

The troubling thing is that winter is a long way from ending.

Spring doesn’t officially arrive until 11:15 AM CDT on Tuesday, March 20, 2018. As I wrote this blog that meant there were 58 days 6 hours 49 minutes 4 seconds until its arrival. You can click here to know exactly how long we still have to wait.

In my blog research, I also learned an interesting fact from Space.com. Winter is the shortest astronomical season and it is currently being reduced by about one-half minute per year. Spring loses approximately one minute per year. With the shrinkage, winter is expected to attain its minimum value – 88.71 days – by about the year 3500.

Summer gains the minute lost from spring, and autumn gains the half-minute lost from winter.

I like that winter’s length is decreasing and autumn is gaining the time. Fall is my favorite time of year. On the other hand, I’d have to live until the year 3500 before I see shorter winters. That’s not happening.

This winter weather reminds of the nursery rhyme my mother used to console me on rainy days when I couldn’t go outside.

Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
Mommy wants to go out to play
Rain, rain, go away

There are several verses using father, sister, brother, and family in place of Mommy. Mother would substitute my name and my siblings’ names as she recited the poem. I used the same poem with my children and grandchildren  when they would be stuck inside on rainy days. It never stopped the rain, but the children enjoyed it.

Until spring arrives, join me in reciting the poem and substituting winter for rain. Maybe it will make the cold more bearable.

Winter, winter, go away
Come again another day
I want to go out and play
Winter, winter, go away

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What’s in a Name?

A Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara

When we first started raising chickens, we named each one. The first were Ameraucana chickens so we named them things like Liberty, Freedom and Bell.

As the flock grew, we only named those with distinguishing characteristics – like One Eye and Hurt Foot.

Some earned their names with their personalities.  Napoleon was a bantam rooster who thought he was much bigger.  The black frizzle we named Frizz was a favorite among my nieces and nephews.  Kaboodle reminded me of a rooster in a book.  Lily is the pale D’Uccle who follows me around in the mornings.  And, of course, Custard the cowardly rooster was introduced recently in the blog.

Then we have the Welsummer pen.  None of them have individual names.  Or at least they didn’t until last week.  Here’s what happened:

I pulled into the driveway Wednesday and discovered two hens in the side yard.  I quickly ascertained they were part of the neighbor’s flock and tried to shoo them into their own backyard.

Meanwhile our flock was loudly protesting the fact that these hens got to truly free range.  After a few short minutes, I decided the young neighbor children were much better candidates for the “shoo the chicken into the backyard” game and knocked on their door.

A few minutes later, one of the girls opened our front door and announced “I think there was a hawk in your chicken yard.  It flew away when I walked back there.”  Apparently our birds were not protesting the neighbor birds but the hawk appearance.

I quickly went to check on our birds.  A head count of the smaller birds assured me all were present.

Then I looked into the Welsummer pen and saw a hen lying on the ground.  I figured the hawk had killed it in the process of trying to carry it off.  As I bent to pick it up, however, it jumped up and ran into a corner.

I chased it, picked it up and examined it for injuries.  There appeared to be blood on the side of its head so I took it to the infirmary, aka laundry basket in the bathroom, and texted Dr. Rachel.  She found the gash in the back of the hen’s head and cleaned it up.  The bird spent a few hours in the bathroom then tried to escape so was moved back into the pen.  She seemed to be disoriented for a couple of days but is fine now. 

I named her Hawkeye.

The only problem is she has healed so completely, I can’t tell which one she is.

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Winter Quotes – Susan Orlean

 

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