A Humbling Realization
I used to say that my dogs were five for five in catching a rogue chicken, while my chickens were zero for five in surviving. It made sense. I had
I used to say that my dogs were five for five in catching a rogue chicken, while my chickens were zero for five in surviving. It made sense. I had
Dogs are creatures of habit. They like routines. In our house, the highlight of my dogs’ morning, other than breakfast, is going to see the chickens. But before that happens,
With the rising prices of eggs and shortage of chickens, I have enjoyed special treatment from my neighbors and friends. Just last week, I received a meme of me looking like
The dark days of winter. This time of year is hard, especially with all the Christmas lights down. I know we are gaining on the sunlight, but we still have
Our “Little Gray” hen hatched out five peeps in late June. Unfortunately, one of them had a bad leg, and while she could hop around, she couldn’t roost. After about
A few days ago I made my morning walk up to the chickens with the dogs. As I approached the gate, I saw Sven, our rooster, standing with his back