tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18713180535627164552024-02-18T19:55:17.446-08:00Memoirs of the Urban HenMusings of life & love, but mostly about my experiences with my beloved 12 urban chickens & 1 senior cat named Tony & my husband Eric. Get inside the mind of a crazy chicken lady...Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-25478080288273807162009-06-17T17:56:00.001-07:002009-06-17T18:14:18.835-07:00Leg problems<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW_6cIzhwlk_TMBgwMtGCx-9nKpRXFEkkF8cr_gc0xlhUQ5zFzGEQxfSizX_uYmKPzwewA2qro5-7ksrlYtMqaW5T3lAkw9monqKSDXNMRu8XEhzO0n-NcUYUCVXJcLOqkhOaeYNZ-71Y/s1600-h/DSCF0148.JPG"></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgujSto5zNpRscReQJFU89ggxTVxFVZCr324LHWeQ_aijloWXw1GshoJVJhknx9QqJSOwFhmi4yoj7bG5K2qlRBCj0DicYe72oxRGnF1nrTcWHPmt1fWJjahDMt5xe9QYSCKXiDUk_Jn58/s1600-h/DSCF0154.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348466352075511298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgujSto5zNpRscReQJFU89ggxTVxFVZCr324LHWeQ_aijloWXw1GshoJVJhknx9QqJSOwFhmi4yoj7bG5K2qlRBCj0DicYe72oxRGnF1nrTcWHPmt1fWJjahDMt5xe9QYSCKXiDUk_Jn58/s400/DSCF0154.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Scroungey</span> is having some leg problems. She has always had bent, twisted toes, but, she has always gotten along fine. She was okay this morning, but when I got home she was limping but, would run like with her toes bunched up on the left leg. I've got her inside for the night. I massaged her leg with ointment to reduce swelling. She doesn't have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">bumblefoot</span>. She's eating. I wonder if she's got arthritis? I've also been bringing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Cluckster</span> in at night as her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">bumblefoot</span> has come back again. No matter what I do, she heals then she gets it again. I put her on the roost and I take her off. I just wonder if when they were chicks if they had an A, D OR E deficiency? The girls are all 3 years old now. </span></strong><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAAkrJ1kFxY6Ivvd4nlgMsMcfNYKxE4v-DIHC5whyvdA6q8yXQtyfXCq2iVcI4aN8R8KxcDzkHd7aAhT8hhEcIW6xMYzgptlJMB8NbcFZEV1JQqkyZQvcx_AzQWdWwicENH-Q7kpUBhH0/s1600-h/DSCF0136.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348466350297051026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAAkrJ1kFxY6Ivvd4nlgMsMcfNYKxE4v-DIHC5whyvdA6q8yXQtyfXCq2iVcI4aN8R8KxcDzkHd7aAhT8hhEcIW6xMYzgptlJMB8NbcFZEV1JQqkyZQvcx_AzQWdWwicENH-Q7kpUBhH0/s400/DSCF0136.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"> This is the hen Girl I blogged about earlier, who I nursed back to health after her egg broke inside her and she prolapsed. Doesn't she look 150% better? The only lasting thing from her health problem seems to be an egg with a little lump on it. </span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong></div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">On another note, I'm sorry I haven't been blogging regularly. So many things are going on around here. The USPS management has saw fit to make me work a full time shift on Friday's (I get home at 5-5:30PM) and then work from 2AM-Noon on Saturday. Needless to say by the time I get home on Saturday all I want to do is sleep. Sunday's are not much better. I just cannot sleep on Friday nights. Anyway, I am grateful to God that I have a job, as many have lost their jobs. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Signing out for tonight.</span></strong></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-30428089903438847182009-06-07T13:11:00.000-07:002009-06-07T14:00:02.811-07:00Chicken Super Models<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd35acr5OO6NHHPOfd0IMk6gbqR9eIv2u4ThAslUBy_ykUtZHTD4JUa1moT07gW0dZLfsBpPXgXTgtM0HNBxQ9GpVVroI9RnJQ8bcBsu9d3FmFeplBEnlQigGORFs0AwWfi2tz8Nbw6_o/s1600-h/DSCF0142.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344683329417834050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd35acr5OO6NHHPOfd0IMk6gbqR9eIv2u4ThAslUBy_ykUtZHTD4JUa1moT07gW0dZLfsBpPXgXTgtM0HNBxQ9GpVVroI9RnJQ8bcBsu9d3FmFeplBEnlQigGORFs0AwWfi2tz8Nbw6_o/s320/DSCF0142.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;">As I am watching America's Next Top Model reruns today, I started to think about which <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">supermodels</span> looked like my chickens! Yes, the brain does wonder at the strangest things while at rest! It gave me a chuckle. My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Olde</span> Bitty (seen above) reminds me a bit of Cheryl <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tiegs</span>. She's serious, eye catching and gets the job done! </span></strong><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBF4Gsn5Ks_rhpI_andPxOR6F2NrQFFuQWswZKSHV46Z9XWB8zcKWLiIfoZEXbiV1vUmEzr0mfhXHE8_f3oL3X4_XO4wO5MoD7Gp5eCd_4T6k61YwoZxApIYoYDjDpCQLOnzMaUej7ZqU/s1600-h/DSCF0140.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344683325302196514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBF4Gsn5Ks_rhpI_andPxOR6F2NrQFFuQWswZKSHV46Z9XWB8zcKWLiIfoZEXbiV1vUmEzr0mfhXHE8_f3oL3X4_XO4wO5MoD7Gp5eCd_4T6k61YwoZxApIYoYDjDpCQLOnzMaUej7ZqU/s320/DSCF0140.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Old Meanie (above) reminds me of Janice Dickinson. Bold, fearless, adventurous, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">independent</span> and a little crazy. Can't you just see Janice Dickinson in that facial expression? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">LOL</span></span></strong><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQT0cVDb1egKd5z7mQePUtu7zDQHPTo_eddnraDQ7s90vE6xkmng57IFcVAqv0NAs2kzPp8v-NGvbhCrBrXziTLFzSePBsd5rHHvUsT7SD87Q_1IPQLxpMrc0AlqVNQVLK2-VrVP14KI4/s1600-h/DSCF0138.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344683319831303186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQT0cVDb1egKd5z7mQePUtu7zDQHPTo_eddnraDQ7s90vE6xkmng57IFcVAqv0NAs2kzPp8v-NGvbhCrBrXziTLFzSePBsd5rHHvUsT7SD87Q_1IPQLxpMrc0AlqVNQVLK2-VrVP14KI4/s320/DSCF0138.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Scroungey</span> is the Lauren Hutton of chicken super modeling. A bit different, awkward, and she had a bend toe, yet her poses are somehow endearing and charming.</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwnTSGt5Ao3XwyOo3oGFPSmYqTG5ExNY4GRhVbVWwFW1fyqc4M2F5mplkwUY_4N9AL4ilNWwXFDXwi5misX_DtHIrA3LtrrHakTeHXRBYNO_vTNSjwTSTCsMxmr86v_wtHGF8NfonlNXI/s1600-h/DSCF0144.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344683311957801970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwnTSGt5Ao3XwyOo3oGFPSmYqTG5ExNY4GRhVbVWwFW1fyqc4M2F5mplkwUY_4N9AL4ilNWwXFDXwi5misX_DtHIrA3LtrrHakTeHXRBYNO_vTNSjwTSTCsMxmr86v_wtHGF8NfonlNXI/s320/DSCF0144.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Last but, truly not least is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Cluckster</span>. She's the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Tyra</span> Banks in Chicken <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">modeldom</span>. She never takes a bad photo, she has a full array of different looks and facial expressions!</span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong></div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Perhaps <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Tyra</span> Banks will read this and arrange for my chickens to have makeovers and a new coop built <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">hahaha</span>!</span></strong> <div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-54937230519001738242009-05-17T16:11:00.000-07:002009-05-17T17:12:31.306-07:00Finally a quiet minute<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6WYXKreHown0FIxViPRr8Vo6obW6c3ilKypMm7mfsYVLdr6iOX3vYyQJTpyctGKSmeBgTtlZFADwfLyCLJMKXM_iSyBaDcCswA1CfCn93pF5tkQwUQ4zX_6301o1RMNns0b96MWbPFTY/s1600-h/DSCF0114.JPG"></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnPBiJXkG0zXHMdpyyKGHZxT1PV_cpzQLsgHDOZXgct3TpgzJskMFI7wThgoe233-ACrqzekKUxyDYC9bw-oHMohUGOnXdeto7V1jxeJLmj7tmoMVjEH0MULPF5XFnZOBLMN4Gn5YhqYo/s1600-h/DSCF0110.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336939703652532882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnPBiJXkG0zXHMdpyyKGHZxT1PV_cpzQLsgHDOZXgct3TpgzJskMFI7wThgoe233-ACrqzekKUxyDYC9bw-oHMohUGOnXdeto7V1jxeJLmj7tmoMVjEH0MULPF5XFnZOBLMN4Gn5YhqYo/s320/DSCF0110.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">This is my old cat Tony. He's around 17-19 years old, we're not exactly sure, but, he's at least 17 now. I had a Senior Feline test battery done a few weeks ago and it did show that he's in the beginning stages of Renal failure. Tony is my best friend, my shadow and he's been with me for 12 years now. I will be crushed when he passes. It's one of the reasons, I've not felt like blogging. Tony is actually doing well considering. I've switched his diet to a Renal prescription diet and he's also on a medicine called co-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">calcitriol</span> to help him absorb calcium. Here he's shown in Girl's hospital pen that she was using while in the house. I had let her outside one day when it was nice and Tony didn't waste any time taking up residence here. I love my old Tony cat. </span></strong><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNIDIKk6k9UqFNCTZROS3LC8qUmi7hYSDQ-DvLvSkselcfAyHuRlovHZApUvSKGd7-Q6n1nw8OiqlZCpznsfob7CM5MmoktgQGk5ck4ouCWz8zavOouHUY-s_mCSKci_mttHLhyphenhyphenx2qn3M/s1600-h/DSCF0087.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336935766057973106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNIDIKk6k9UqFNCTZROS3LC8qUmi7hYSDQ-DvLvSkselcfAyHuRlovHZApUvSKGd7-Q6n1nw8OiqlZCpznsfob7CM5MmoktgQGk5ck4ouCWz8zavOouHUY-s_mCSKci_mttHLhyphenhyphenx2qn3M/s320/DSCF0087.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">Finally, I've got a quiet minute to type a bit on my blog. The hens are all healthy and doing well. Girl my one Golden laced <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Wyandotte</span> who had an egg break inside of her and had a prolapse is finally back in the flock after over 2 months of being inside being nursed back to health. She's back to laying too. Her eggs are a bit lumpy still, but, as long as I give her a calcium pill once a week she seems to be doing well. I just really have to keep an eye on her. The Dominique pictured above is Sylvia. She really is a great show Dominique. Her comb is nearly perfect according to the standard. I haven't shown her, as I don't have time to take off work and stay at the fairgrounds with her. I read that many people lately have had their show chickens stolen right out of the fair cages. This of course happens when the owners are out for the day or night. </span></strong><br /><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">The weather here just will not warm up. The wind is blowing very hard today and it is actually very cool. The girls spent most of the day under a shrub, picking around in the tall lilies on the bank in our backyard. </span></strong></div><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxfC1St9zxokIXqCuajpYgunoDBtq4S-gwLrwVlgr8ZmJil4ggJG69H1tEmyjibbPRh9v4Nagq8dHoeC9rCBA-oBm353yl3UUqqSHwtmAzlQIQ02VwYxd7ybGyyQqbdbfVKOo7zlo5o7c/s1600-h/BEVIN.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336935523937120418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxfC1St9zxokIXqCuajpYgunoDBtq4S-gwLrwVlgr8ZmJil4ggJG69H1tEmyjibbPRh9v4Nagq8dHoeC9rCBA-oBm353yl3UUqqSHwtmAzlQIQ02VwYxd7ybGyyQqbdbfVKOo7zlo5o7c/s320/BEVIN.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#3366ff;"> <strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">This chicken above is Bevin. She's probably my best layer. She's a grouchy ole' gal, just like her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">mommie</span>! It's funny I have nearly 15 nest boxes available for them and they all want in the exact same boxes. Bevin loves to wait until one of the other girls gets inside and then push them out. </span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>On another non-chicken note, I want to thank my friends for supporting me through this last month which was rather hard for me. I love all you girls and guys! I will try to keep up with my posting this coming month with more photos.</strong></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /><br /></p></span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDhyvo6dJfqSJ_gErqzA7mtg8MBnx3S_SNLsVhIIspuZbfdzb5f3VI_S8l9CXc1bMQnsqe3QfoTRYV5m0Wdjh06pCNPonPDmJSOwqUqb7x38BnNjeaVfUYhL5oKHrrKckkORC2R0bzvvU/s1600-h/DSCF0107.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyy1LMmKRjG_FzECv5SJxjxwOaF3Kjdb0H03lmh_fIiPHvYF4l2aJqrcl3meEPpMUyiWsvEGhMv0ut9NzlQEG2w2sSl_nG2w-4r88q33ZBJUcEh35R1eDnAumLzf00OiWYxjs1TMsvX7Y/s1600-h/OLEMEANIE.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-86252194232011891362009-03-31T17:09:00.000-07:002009-03-31T17:22:58.714-07:00Chicken days<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOlsH4DZ1gX8lT0iItaNo90gHUlWZodLC8TzLI1t5ikE5TKKn5Bm2NvUUkYdqm4ROQpN_Ijo-K7xSEgajWbFFcHenYi0kzRjeJVCsZei0XmbbZu3xA2YA59WI7tBAlU3XjUMzA4GWLPws/s1600-h/DSCF0081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319509147854956546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOlsH4DZ1gX8lT0iItaNo90gHUlWZodLC8TzLI1t5ikE5TKKn5Bm2NvUUkYdqm4ROQpN_Ijo-K7xSEgajWbFFcHenYi0kzRjeJVCsZei0XmbbZu3xA2YA59WI7tBAlU3XjUMzA4GWLPws/s320/DSCF0081.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"><strong> What a nice, quiet little day today was. I call days like these Chicken days. I have 2 days off of work so the chickens got to spend most of the day outside. It started out a little below freezing with a very cool wind. It warmed up about 1:00 PM. Above is a photo of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Cluckster</span> and Big Momma. They are new partners in crime.<br /></strong></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8856PXvKtieed9PpQkXqhoK5tc1VpVVrn0JQIFf2IURYjst1qQsczamo4brJnRvXb651ALfa7u_gaXOjVppbH15ngDMqs61-Zfjtb7GQrAwbTHZayMyyXZBJffNf9J4pecMmGi1MwcQ/s1600-h/DSCF0080.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319509146855723538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8856PXvKtieed9PpQkXqhoK5tc1VpVVrn0JQIFf2IURYjst1qQsczamo4brJnRvXb651ALfa7u_gaXOjVppbH15ngDMqs61-Zfjtb7GQrAwbTHZayMyyXZBJffNf9J4pecMmGi1MwcQ/s320/DSCF0080.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Above is a photo of (l to r) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Weezy</span>, Phoebe, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Scroungey</span> and Tina <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Weena</span> on the East side of our house under my Honeysuckle & Trumpet vine. It's their new favorite dust <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">batheing</span> spot. There's a large window right above them (that you can't see in the photo) so I can chicken watch if I like.</span></strong><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirLovG_6ai6JoH4vkau9KNBZO0osI9O7sXFHlOwDl_x2zy1u8lQfjLDj4WcPt6b7kues2Dwb2WU2eXeSv1_SpEbzp0kFN8To_q4Xg_3eTkYvRX_dKmmziRuBc7FWf6KQQKsYAnFRNlh1Q/s1600-h/DSCF0096.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319509143480438690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirLovG_6ai6JoH4vkau9KNBZO0osI9O7sXFHlOwDl_x2zy1u8lQfjLDj4WcPt6b7kues2Dwb2WU2eXeSv1_SpEbzp0kFN8To_q4Xg_3eTkYvRX_dKmmziRuBc7FWf6KQQKsYAnFRNlh1Q/s320/DSCF0096.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Now this photo above is of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Ole'Bitty</span>. She's a genuine laying machine. Her eggs are always so smooth and pretty. She's a Buff <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Orpington</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Ole'Bitty</span> is very opinionated, loud, a great broody hen and very friendly. She's always on the move, so I was lucky to get this photo of her stationary for a few seconds.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Not much of anything else going on today, just another Chicken day.<br /></span></strong><br /><div></div></div></div>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-3535599253298285872009-03-29T14:47:00.000-07:002009-03-29T15:11:25.295-07:00My chickens photo in a new book!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnQWkWM_ppiYip6Rq3NddDTbfFCsKHNnwQpOy_7abLyBOfp1Qyj4B7DpbQ9haV4EUA9aWF9YgbFa9oeOZp0N5vz9eDiKbjNyasA-IDM48CRXVSGWxUPzsrorUPmK3o_ngmnI6hzh2KC5A/s1600-h/joyofchickens.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318733396024178514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnQWkWM_ppiYip6Rq3NddDTbfFCsKHNnwQpOy_7abLyBOfp1Qyj4B7DpbQ9haV4EUA9aWF9YgbFa9oeOZp0N5vz9eDiKbjNyasA-IDM48CRXVSGWxUPzsrorUPmK3o_ngmnI6hzh2KC5A/s320/joyofchickens.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;">The other day I received an email from Elane <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Belanger</span> from Backyard Poultry magazine. She asked permission on behalf of her father-in-law JD <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Belanger</span> the editor of Countryside magazine if he could use a photo I had sent into Backyard Poultry in his upcoming new book. Of course, I said yes!!! It's a photo that I'm not able to post on my blog, but it was of Sweet Pea (deceased) one of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Dominiques</span>, Old Meanie and Phoebe was in the background! I'll get a free book and my name credited for the photo. The book, I'm not sure when it will actually be out but, it's going to be titled, "The Complete Idiot's Guide to Self-Sufficiency". Anyway, I thought that was the coolest thing. My Sweet Pea will live on in the book! </span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;">Speaking of books I just bought "The Joy of Chickens: The Ultimate Guide to Raising Poultry for Fun or Profit" by Jennifer <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Megyasi</span> (photo above, sorry <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">every time</span> I post a photo it goes to the top). It's a wonderful and beautiful book. The photo's are by Geoff Hansen. He did the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">exquisite</span> photography for "Living with Sheep". I've been cleaning out the books that I'll never read and swapping them on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">paperbackswap</span>.com </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Paperbackswap</span>.com is so great! You list 10 books and you get a credit and you can request other members books. The only thing you have to pay for is the postage when mailing out your books to other members who request them. When the other members receive the book they mark it received and you get a credit you can use to request a book. If you think that sounds fun it is! If you sign up let them know that I sent you as a referral and I'll get one free credit! My user name there is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">LynniePennie</span> and my email is </span><a href="mailto:ereiley@twcny.rr.com"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;">ereiley@twcny.rr.com</span></a><span style="color:#6666cc;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> let them know I sent ya!</span> </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></strong></div>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-57456163778741950262009-03-13T18:41:00.001-07:002009-03-13T18:52:07.265-07:00Chicken drawings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG-uoFpjzBbR8wjSYJWCU1Rz2W2Fea0fndU4eB7ZDdRb91VI1333VQIaHb1tNIlbkZEVUiIjZFb_vKt1p5Tpeqzek2bGLGSGv9HfeSA1OcSWicowRlzzWIr0gg0h1hjfMKHkOLw55pOxg/s1600-h/2009_03081NEW0023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312854873296700546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG-uoFpjzBbR8wjSYJWCU1Rz2W2Fea0fndU4eB7ZDdRb91VI1333VQIaHb1tNIlbkZEVUiIjZFb_vKt1p5Tpeqzek2bGLGSGv9HfeSA1OcSWicowRlzzWIr0gg0h1hjfMKHkOLw55pOxg/s400/2009_03081NEW0023.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHb8g5ELPPAUMDfT_gH7dc6KjBNL_gRLCFjhtBcjTetvt66iMt3CjSJod5aSd-4-I_slJdGT_Pa77iqs9HCt3X37LHXTYS-nNaHShLXiXFBDH2kNDyjlDA3SnDFi63HCAava4vck3-bRs/s1600-h/2009_03081NEW0025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312853702817578802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHb8g5ELPPAUMDfT_gH7dc6KjBNL_gRLCFjhtBcjTetvt66iMt3CjSJod5aSd-4-I_slJdGT_Pa77iqs9HCt3X37LHXTYS-nNaHShLXiXFBDH2kNDyjlDA3SnDFi63HCAava4vck3-bRs/s400/2009_03081NEW0025.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">Above is one of my pencil drawings of Big Momma. The very top pencil drawing is one I did of Old Meanie (if she were a Lakenvelder). The face is really like Ole' Meanie. I love to draw the profiles of my chickens. Big Momma is really quite a loner. They really do have such character. The photo below is Big Momma outside last Sunday. She's looking awful pretty isn't she? Now that she's been back out in the coop, she has gone back to being a snob. Except when she wants food!</span></strong> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312852902747216402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqz6MNWO2rzoHd3St232Aerm1CKAvZfEnMkdo2Xrqhm8lKNPdLrtDKy6z927b3FSQnI8yY9b5aAmykq5JNvdj6awITPfLm1Asi7PfgL5ZQwXTQNerNYex4u3VGQBwDZKFbOf2e3fvrmy0/s400/2009_03081NEW0016.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /></div><div><strong><br /></strong><br /><div></div></div></div>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-269943192661869092009-03-07T06:40:00.000-08:002009-03-07T06:55:55.540-08:00Busy, busy, bee<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">I'm sorry that I won't be uploading any photos to my blog right now, I've had some problems finding my USB cord...UGHhhh! Anyway, I've been busy & more busy without accomplishing much of anything.?! Has that happened to you? Today I have to do a lot of baking as we've been invited to a big ole' Fellowship dinner at the church my mother is attending. I've decided to make my grandma's famous cheesy broccoli casserole (one of my favorites). It's really an easy one skillet recipe which I always whip up in my favorite cast iron skillet. Then I'm making a huge pan of brownies without nuts, as I'm allergic. I'd like to make some nice yeast rolls, but, I cannot find my recipe. Does anyone have a nice roll recipe for potato bread rolls or a recipe for the Brown and Serve type rolls? </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Okay, now on to the chicken coop... well since I've last wrote in my blog I've added yet another chicken to our indoor chicken haus! Tina Weena started to molt in our -44F to -15F weather. It wasn't a little molt either, she lost all her tail feathers and the feathers around her tummy. I cannot understand why her and Weezy started a huge molt then. They didn't molt in October/November like the other girls. Weezy and Tina Weena are two of my best layers and they were so busy laying during that time last year, I guess they just forgot to molt. Perhaps they just wanted to eat scrambled eggs and cheese with an occaisional treat of dry cat food all winter.?! Chickens stupid? I say NOT! The rest of the gals out in the outside coops are going to get a treat today. It's warm enough that they can get out in the backyard. There's still a ton of ice and snow, but there's a few places dry enough for them to scratch around. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Big Momma who was once indoors (if you remember her from my earlier blogs) has started laying again. Her old rosecomb is so plump and blood red and her feathers are gorgeous. Big Momma is nearly show worthy. She has the golden lacing on her thighs and there's barely a break. Truly if I had a Golden Laced Wyandotte rooster who had the show worthy lacing, I'd let Ole' Bitty raise some of Big Momma's babies. Ole' Bitty was clucking the other day while on the nest softly. I bet she's about to go broody again. She wants to be a momma so badly. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Well, I'm off to cook and to try to find my USB cord so I can show everyone my chicken drawings hehehe. </span></strong>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-10975131629057609412009-02-03T19:27:00.000-08:002009-02-03T19:45:26.401-08:00Household is going to the birds...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGE7rLuH37Mgsi9C9qEehwupu-_BX3eLXpvRs3d4tZs3aHFRHKvUCNmD7sjsI2nWePuV4aH0xjIeSRGCYWklo-k-eTndW6Wq6Cz0hghXTlU0Bjh3hY_TZI0KpDZNFohtkXTuzfrvVRjDU/s1600-h/DSCF0043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298783089191912226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGE7rLuH37Mgsi9C9qEehwupu-_BX3eLXpvRs3d4tZs3aHFRHKvUCNmD7sjsI2nWePuV4aH0xjIeSRGCYWklo-k-eTndW6Wq6Cz0hghXTlU0Bjh3hY_TZI0KpDZNFohtkXTuzfrvVRjDU/s400/DSCF0043.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs6IkgPsn_zHOv4ZnYmrzoidDLRwnBOv7NJFIkY-IyxtR4iCv6JTM2eoKllTAlGvyfJFUXeFzb7jjje9Vp1Als9cQr9ExSyI_QPoasakYu-YKN_6yHuZ84V4raS35a7G-0kNTRYS_TB4w/s1600-h/DSCF0032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298782921620881698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs6IkgPsn_zHOv4ZnYmrzoidDLRwnBOv7NJFIkY-IyxtR4iCv6JTM2eoKllTAlGvyfJFUXeFzb7jjje9Vp1Als9cQr9ExSyI_QPoasakYu-YKN_6yHuZ84V4raS35a7G-0kNTRYS_TB4w/s400/DSCF0032.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJDnFdLtkMCQA6oow8QNEd9ArfwX6z-grPR3ZAtpOR9tDhJiTwElR81aoI8hfa-xo5dgvE-4Kp6wNPGqpmRexWm6L273nR9i_19e7UAq4POGyoWOf7ouIGMG5r6INuA6x786GI6IeJRyA/s1600-h/DSCF0043.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfqG711kHZX_0lyr6JJttmN3EtpZ4UCoGcWh0qovNsuiKjyXqQsyGZuvvKAoowv2Uc630SU7iB-ImHTpzajyyhyazwXgGgvnFOXRkBU4oncslXIxd428vMvzj_QJ1swTCUEyGaKqiDytE/s1600-h/DSCF0033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298781719245618178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfqG711kHZX_0lyr6JJttmN3EtpZ4UCoGcWh0qovNsuiKjyXqQsyGZuvvKAoowv2Uc630SU7iB-ImHTpzajyyhyazwXgGgvnFOXRkBU4oncslXIxd428vMvzj_QJ1swTCUEyGaKqiDytE/s400/DSCF0033.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>I tried to integrate Cluckster back into the flock, but of course, Ole’ Meanie wasn’t having it. None of the other girls except Ole’ Meanie and Sylvia bothered her. So, I kept her in a cage inside the run with them and let her out at roosting time. I did this for 3 days and Sylvia was okay with Cluckster after that. Ole’ Meanie however, was a different story. Ole’ Meanie would chase Cluckster and jump on her back and basically just torture her, until all Cluckster did was stay on the roost all day. Cluckster was pretty contended inside the house, so I just brought her back inside. My chicken diaper order goes out today and I will pay for rush delivery! She likes to preen on top of the cat burrow that my Tony cat never used. It’s right in front of one of our large windows overlooking the backyard. The sun shines right into it around noon and she just loves it. She’s such a pretty chicken.<br /><br /><br />I try to keep a keen eye on her, so she doesn’t leave any poopies around. What Eric doesn’t know won’t hurt him hehehe! When I cook anything when she’s out of the cage, her and Tony will be right under my feet begging for a piece of food. She has thought about pecking Tony, but, she wisely decided not too! He gets a little jealous if I pay too much attention to her, but all in all, they get along splendidly. Doesn’t she look rather contemplative here?<br /><br />The other news from the coop is that one of my Dominique’s named Weezy (after Weezy Jefferson!) is now inside in the hospital cage. Every morning, I always watch them just to make sure that everyone is feeling 100%. Well, a few days ago I noticed that Weezy was looking a bit stressed out. I started bringing her scrambled eggs with cheese each morning with a little Baytril added in. After feeling around on her abdomen, I noticed she was molting! Molting in late January! Now her belly and under her wings are about naked with the start of new feathers barely showing. So, today, I have to make her a sweater some how. Every time I touch her a wad of feathers go flying everywhere. I don’t know why her molt is coming so very late. It seems all the hens had a bad molt this year.<br /><br />Yesterday morning it wasn’t too bad outside, so I put Weezy and Cluckster in the chicken ark that you saw in the photo’s. I have it stored inside a shed and I put a heat lamp hanging up for them. Once I get her sweater made I can put her and Cluckster out inside the ark during the day and bring them inside the house to roost. I was surprised that Weezy and Cluckster didn’t seem to fight at all. The only chicken that I’ve saw Cluckster be mean to is Phoebe! This summer while they were outside Cluckster would wait until Phoebe was trying to take a dust bath and she would run after her and spitefully pull out one of Phoebe’s feathers! What a stinker Cluckster is toward Phoebe! So, I cannot put her into Phoebe, Scroungey and Big Momma’s pen. Aye…chicken politics! There’s a photo of my “darling” chicken sweater hehhehe….<br /><br />Other than that there’s not too much going on in the coops. The girl’s are getting really bored with winter. I think once it warms up, I can again try to integrate Cluckster and Weezy back into their original flock. </strong></span></div></div></div></div></div>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-62661116171046607972009-01-29T15:49:00.000-08:002009-01-29T16:05:32.869-08:00Prayers please<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">I won't go into details, but, I want to ask for prayers for some peace in my life right now. I'm really trying to make my marriage work. It's very challenging to make a marriage work and to have any stability when you're married to a man who refuses to grow up and has no desire to grow spiritually in many ways. I was never raised in a household where people were given to strong drink. Anyway, please just pray for my sanity. I at times feel like I'm going crazy living with this man. Thank you.</span></strong>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-53871977926169639072009-01-25T05:54:00.000-08:002009-01-25T06:50:26.555-08:00Cabin Fever, Chickens & Gardening...<strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFvK43Ho3z-5UgMj2zjPmlFNutGU2Ca_XdtHMFD2Ryl-j4G34Xku1AveQwmOvAiMwxxJthaoPSl2yXn9LHnpwlW8jFen5J4OZcoJcz28LnhcR1hCZHdCQ20LqE-BZeb6F8qMvE2q3ojfw/s1600-h/romaTomatoOne.jpg"></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbX3TQaWEi6UhR9V5HbK1ZpxTb5MtaYFoM4Xx1BdminWRFZMGLrprOiB5ASQOwA92e7z1HGRw-UDNJGUoCRAqIx1NXcSddi6gswkS7iYaW7sQDRTgs3oN3E1h_GZ_yyUyEjR6QlkT-Ew/s1600-h/DSCF2366.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295230948542570562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbX3TQaWEi6UhR9V5HbK1ZpxTb5MtaYFoM4Xx1BdminWRFZMGLrprOiB5ASQOwA92e7z1HGRw-UDNJGUoCRAqIx1NXcSddi6gswkS7iYaW7sQDRTgs3oN3E1h_GZ_yyUyEjR6QlkT-Ew/s400/DSCF2366.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong> Well, our temperatures have been so very crazy. Lately, they have been anywhere from 32F to -44F! Last night it was -17F. I've had my kerosene heater burning out in the chicken coop. I start it at 4PM, then go out at 9PM to fill it back up. This keeps it running until I go out in the morning. BRR! It actually keeps the coops pretty warm, along with the 3 heat lamps (2 in the upper coop and one above the roost in my lower coop. With all the very cold temperatures I've been looking at all the chicken and gardening catalogs. I'd love to get some Dark Brahma hens this spring (photo above borrowed from BYC forum). At our local fair I saw one hen and I was so impressed with her beauty, carriage and size. I couldn't find a photo of a hen that really could express the beauty of these gentle giants. If we don't move this year I'm going to work on Eric to give me his other storage shed, so I can have more chickens. Here is my 2009 CHICKEN WISH LIST (all hens plz):</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>1. Dark Brahmas</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>2. Blue Laced Wyandottes</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>3. Columbian Wyandottes</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>4. Speckled Sussex</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>5. Salmon Faverolles</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>6. Barnevelders</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>7. Cuckoo Marans</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>8. Welsummers</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>9. Silver Gray Dorkings</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>10. Golden Lakenvelders</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>11. Delawares</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>12. Black Austalorps</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>13. More Buff Orpingtons</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>14. Buff Silkies</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>15. Anconas</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>16. Buff laced Brahmas</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">17. Red Caps</span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Among other's I'd like to get were Partridge Wyandottes, Red Chantecler, Buff & White Rocks, Black & White Jersey Giants and Red Leghorns. I wouldn't mind having some more Dominiques too. Oh, well... a girl can dream can't she? I went from 360 acres to less than an acre...so it's okay to have big dreams! Also I'd love a few Bourbon Red & White Palm turkeys, a few Pearl Guineas and some ducks!</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">My gardening wish list is too large to list all of it here. Though, I have ordered early from Sand Hill Preservation Center. The seed I ordered from Sand Hill is as follows: Lemon Basil, Roma tomatoes, Opalka tomatoes, Provenzano tomatoes, Spring Brooder Yard Greens seed mix (for my chickens enjoyment), Beurre de Rocquencourt bush beans. I'd love a huge veggie garden, but, my backyard is so very shady. I'd love to have a ton of tomato plants and I would love the "100 Heirloom Tomatoes for the American Garden" book by Carolyn Male. Personally, I usually prefer the flavor of paste type tomatoes. Though, I do like the flavor of Anna Russian (a pink fleshed tomato), Brandywine's (also pink fleshed & red skinned varieties). </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Also, I'd like to get some more miniature fruit trees from Stark Brother's Nursery. The last peach and nectarine trees I got from them had fruit the first year, 2 peaches and 2 nectarines! Yummy! Their mini fruit trees you can plant in a 10" pot and sit in a nice, sunny area and you can take them inside a garage or lighted basement during the winter. I really want a lemon tree, as I go thru lemons so quickly. I love to eat lemons, as well as put them in my tea, water and especially use for making desserts. Has anyone in this brutal Northeast tried having a mini lemon tree? Any successes? </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Well, off to watch the Top Chef that I slept through! I'm so addicted to that show!</span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong></div></strong></span><br /><p align="left"></p><br /><div><br /></div><br /><p align="left"></p><br /><div><br /></div><br /><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheqt1N7Ze-Ucf2Emqx1SsStL3o-FilcgIOUSOYAnEsJkyc2IFkYf8F_zKyQ6khBPAtMjoMk-XhAhwzdmBzr9gbSEQvMGFsrRfK51wtMlElIn9aVq-VP2mbWS1VKy3uZyiybTyOiQPJfn4/s1600-h/DSCF2366.jpg"></a></p><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-34871208918122560352009-01-25T03:51:00.000-08:002009-01-25T05:44:15.138-08:00Awards for my blog..from Sharon at PrimThyme<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGs7TdlSCuR9NIdavXWJCZ4VITnuVV26HanS6RTPRDglzgsZLo-lt1C2rnNA-w_1PPZ8x4VsP_mGMOMD8qIltALItZnBQd2cOaxKUfATC-yVE0ob7mRyQiQIHuZjB-qFKAQPMEJsEj1c4/s1600-h/lemonadeaward.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295222244261096242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGs7TdlSCuR9NIdavXWJCZ4VITnuVV26HanS6RTPRDglzgsZLo-lt1C2rnNA-w_1PPZ8x4VsP_mGMOMD8qIltALItZnBQd2cOaxKUfATC-yVE0ob7mRyQiQIHuZjB-qFKAQPMEJsEj1c4/s200/lemonadeaward.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">Sharon at PrimThyme has given my blog the Lemonade Award & 2 other awards</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">Thank you so much, Sharon! </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">This award is passed to bloggers for showing great Attitude and/or Gratitude.The rules of this award:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">1. Put the logo on your blog or post.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">2. Nominate at least 10 blogs which show great Attitude and/or Gratitude!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">3. Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">4. Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">5. Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received your award.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">And now I get to pass the award on to 10 blogs that I enjoy reading. I don't know each of the bloggers so if I don't know the names, I'm just going to mention their blogs here. I think these are great for finding new and interesting blogs to read.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">1. Sara at Harvest Moon Homestead </span></strong><br /><a href="http://harvestmoonhomestead.blogspot.com/"><strong>http://harvestmoonhomestead.blogspot.com/</strong></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">2. Nancy at <a href="http://chickenherderfromwestville.blogspot.com/">http://chickenherderfromwestville.blogspot.com/</a></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">3. Susan at <a href="http://bearswampreflections.blogspot.com/">http://bearswampreflections.blogspot.com/</a></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">4. JoAnn at <a href="http://boonedockswilcox.blogspot.com/">http://boonedockswilcox.blogspot.com/</a></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">5. Amy at <a href="http://twelveacres.blogspot.com/">http://twelveacres.blogspot.com/</a></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">6. a blog I have just came across <a href="http://kyfarmlife.blogspot.com/">http://kyfarmlife.blogspot.com/</a></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">7. Darlene at <a href="http://maidinmontana.blogspot.com/">http://maidinmontana.blogspot.com/</a></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">8. <a href="http://wrensongfarm.blogspot.com/">http://wrensongfarm.blogspot.com/</a></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">9. <a href="http://achornfarm.blogspot.com/">http://achornfarm.blogspot.com/</a></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">10. Sharon at <a href="http://theoldoakswing.blogspot.com/">http://theoldoakswing.blogspot.com/</a></span></strong></div>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-63651491040597528852009-01-17T15:00:00.000-08:002009-01-17T17:55:36.120-08:00Chicken Whisperer?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3laFr7VAGmR09hcKjT66mVIaSxukqPExLjMDtHCUOD9q8g_EZoaBBKQFrjcpq9pLPp7ENWPMD6HSwrawaaFi-_P_WtWfdQ_6h_R7LjeI7RxWK9bwGSXjJSFyHBBO6pZfo6dHQlvl3gbM/s1600-h/S2010074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292401521343403570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3laFr7VAGmR09hcKjT66mVIaSxukqPExLjMDtHCUOD9q8g_EZoaBBKQFrjcpq9pLPp7ENWPMD6HSwrawaaFi-_P_WtWfdQ_6h_R7LjeI7RxWK9bwGSXjJSFyHBBO6pZfo6dHQlvl3gbM/s320/S2010074.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong> Well, well, well.. where has the time gone? I hope all are doing well. This year has so far been full of surprises. Last Saturday, I go out to the chicken coop to get the girls taken care of, before I left for work. Lo and behold, I find <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Cluckster</span> (pictured above) laying in the far darkest corner of the coop. She was trying to cluck to me as usual and it wasn't coming out, just her frail body was moving up and down in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">rhythm</span> with her usual clucks. It was obvious she wasn't doing well. I rushed her into the house to warm her up, I gave her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Baytril</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Metacam</span>. She was so very weak she didn't fight me at all when I had to open up her mouth to medicate her. I thought for sure that I was going to loose my sweet old <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Cluckster</span>. By the way her leg felt, I thought perhaps she fell off the roost and broke her leg or twisted it, or perhaps the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">bumblefoot</span> she has battled had moved up to the leg joint. I sweet talked her, while I held her next to me, finally, into eating some boiled egg spiked with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ProBios</span> and I mixed some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Nutri</span>-drench in her drinking water along with a bit of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Terramycin</span>. Though, I discontinued the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Terramycin</span> after one day. I've also been rubbing her leg and joint with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Neo</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">sporin</span> plus. Her comb is waxy and red now and she's back to her old <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">cluckie</span> self. Thank the good Lord that she is doing better. She is now fighting me <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">every time</span> I medicate and rub her leg with medication. I'm beginning to feel like a natural Chicken Whisperer. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Cluckster</span> loves it when I sing to her! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Hahaha</span>!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>One of my wonderful pen pals sent me a "Chickens Rule" notebook for Christmas, to inspire my writing! I'm happy to say that I've finished my first rough draft of an article to submit to a poultry magazine. I've been talking to the editor via email and I'm fairly excited. There's no guarantee that I will get the article published, but, I'm going to try and try again. </strong></span><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Well, I'm off to bed... it is very cold, -22. I have a kerosene out in the coop to keep the girls warm. I do thank the Lord for his many blessings and provisions this year and in the last year. He truly has gave me more than I deserve. Why he loves me, I have no idea, but, I'm so very thankful. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Ps- I've been getting 5-8 eggs a day through this horrid cold weather. Not too bad for hens past the 2 year old mark! </span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong></p></strong></span>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-47305420771600300272008-12-27T15:14:00.000-08:002008-12-27T16:15:25.276-08:00Writer's block<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7yNfOmK1PNShRdd53bq0fW-1wKJFJEuwUEJgpUGHClRWmNR3MGUA5r8a6k8PsKv4gSU7KAGJK5pDPqxxczseJSVtjG6zdyaL1TC8-QSVBkWXh_DmULta4eH1HRRYH2zqGLvXiEnP7oZs/s1600-h/S2010116.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284613201950815362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7yNfOmK1PNShRdd53bq0fW-1wKJFJEuwUEJgpUGHClRWmNR3MGUA5r8a6k8PsKv4gSU7KAGJK5pDPqxxczseJSVtjG6zdyaL1TC8-QSVBkWXh_DmULta4eH1HRRYH2zqGLvXiEnP7oZs/s320/S2010116.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQpL8GuDqeXiV0fQ7OQqynvfulBeNEluqX85f6I8rBlbwL1c9wtyJoaL1MPwdFkWV2QiwZx9D_undY9-WAlulroxtuVMJfbHflWudztAyMkDIjm4NRoCYeTWAfxpdKVXukGU5_h09LnEc/s1600-h/2008_1225NEW0001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284613203845884258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQpL8GuDqeXiV0fQ7OQqynvfulBeNEluqX85f6I8rBlbwL1c9wtyJoaL1MPwdFkWV2QiwZx9D_undY9-WAlulroxtuVMJfbHflWudztAyMkDIjm4NRoCYeTWAfxpdKVXukGU5_h09LnEc/s320/2008_1225NEW0001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoTMje7DjNUPWmUvH2PgPPCUOdzrTk8fGQxu-TuaAImj1MmAtHtLk73rnQu5e-8QcDKrbGXzYDmd9hhXZeqXlKdTW5Ci9QFg826SlIWlV2RdBPcPqrrshbrSVbNx9-nsKxCgjPnYisMLU/s1600-h/2008_1225NEW0002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284613191888511426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoTMje7DjNUPWmUvH2PgPPCUOdzrTk8fGQxu-TuaAImj1MmAtHtLk73rnQu5e-8QcDKrbGXzYDmd9hhXZeqXlKdTW5Ci9QFg826SlIWlV2RdBPcPqrrshbrSVbNx9-nsKxCgjPnYisMLU/s320/2008_1225NEW0002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNbNlsobVslqk6j3iAOz5nuT6TFbflUjgs0_F1DRfDzh3XflVdVFh_EM0nBMxNdE83rQ5rL8-OKWsCXQnOlNx8jdnkxTJZ9CsGjCmrSkndD0xrHdAeTJgRgNYAy4JY_ZjZ-0n_vvHCX-g/s1600-h/S2010075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284613184921256066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNbNlsobVslqk6j3iAOz5nuT6TFbflUjgs0_F1DRfDzh3XflVdVFh_EM0nBMxNdE83rQ5rL8-OKWsCXQnOlNx8jdnkxTJZ9CsGjCmrSkndD0xrHdAeTJgRgNYAy4JY_ZjZ-0n_vvHCX-g/s320/S2010075.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"> I must say that I haven't felt like writing much. So, I must wish everyone a belated Merry Christmas! I hope you all had a wonderful one. We had a a lovely small Christmas. I baked until 11 PM on Christmas Eve. Pictured above is a photo of the Paula <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Deen</span> Ginger Orange Cranberry filled cake I baked. I garnished it with dried cranberries, as I forgot to buy the gingerbread cookies to place around the cake! It tastes great! The 2 photo's in the middle are the first photo's I took with my new 10<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">MB</span> 18x zoom. The difference is amazing. The second photo is of my husband Eric and my cat Tony. Tony doesn't look too happy there! The 3rd is of my Golden laced <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Wyandotte</span> Big Momma. You can really tell the difference in the quality of the photo's! The last one was taken with my old camera. It's of my Silver laced <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Wyandotte</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Cluckster</span>. I bring her in once a week to soak her foot in peroxide. She had bumble foot badly at one time, so I like to keep a watch on it. She's gorgeous, the photo doesn't do her justice. I can't wait until it warms up to try out more nature and animal shots. </span></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">What did everyone else get for Christmas? <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Ours</span> was a skinny Christmas, but a good one. For dinner I made 2 rib roasts, mashed potatoes, roast gravy, sweet corn and homemade bread and a fresh salad. I added several new chicken collectibles to the flock. I will post some photos when I next post on this blog.</span></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">By the way- Big Momma is successfully back out in the coop. She has new <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">roomies</span>, she's now in our smaller coop with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Scroungy</span> and my precious Phoebe. She is doing well. Phoebe and her did have a little fight at first. Now Phoebe lets her be the boss. Luckily, Big Momma is a nice boss. </span></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Cabin</span></strong></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"> fever is setting in early this year. We did have 20" of snow on the ground. On Christmas morning it started raining and it hasn't stopped yet! I'm sure there will be numerous floods in nearby areas. Eric and I will have to fix several leaks on the chicken coop roof. Well there's not too much going on around here. The girls are all nestled safe in their beds, with visions of sweet corn dancing in their heads. We're kicked back warm and watching that spoof Frankenstein. Can't get much better than that! I hope to have more exciting news to post soon.</span></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /></strong></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-74521112884062478672008-12-17T18:06:00.000-08:002008-12-17T18:24:25.931-08:00Too little time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgytg2ccwx3wHUtNjALE1zpKafMak-90BxejTgIoZtCudTHEP7qMThN3TUcdrF5O9hCCOw5_iLLCFnzS4mZCJ-y8CTvVdkQXlrirHy3QMqC7appV_3NB17TXYNF8SupjE0_QPRtirnML3g/s1600-h/d5e9.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280946021524117826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgytg2ccwx3wHUtNjALE1zpKafMak-90BxejTgIoZtCudTHEP7qMThN3TUcdrF5O9hCCOw5_iLLCFnzS4mZCJ-y8CTvVdkQXlrirHy3QMqC7appV_3NB17TXYNF8SupjE0_QPRtirnML3g/s320/d5e9.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong> Too little time lately to do much of anything. It's been working at the post office 24-7. I've been going from one PO to the next. Not much time to spend with my animals, write my pen pals or to do any baking. Any free time I've been wrapping up the things I've sold on Ebay. So, if any of my pen pals are reading this, I do apologise for not being able to write. I'm planning on hopefully getting some down time this weekend. I want to follow my Tony cat's example for a day or too--...sleep...arise....eat...sleep...arise...eat. As for t</strong></span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>he girls, they are doing pretty well. Eric paid my stepson William to clean out their roosting coop today. This morning one of my black heat lamps, literally, exploded. The glass went everywhere. I tried to pick it up ASAP. I was running late for work, so I got everything I could see. After Eric dropped me off at work, he and William took care of getting the old wood chips out of there. Tootie was tring to get ahold of the glass, she's such a stinker. Instead of wood chips I used straw this time. After the couple of crop problems I've had, I started to think that they were filling up on wood chips as they were scratching for their corn. They seem to like the straw and I think it keeps the house warmer. They also love to eat it. </strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Well, we finally got our Christmas trees up. We put up a small one with all of our sentimental ornaments. I have lots of bird and chicken ornaments too, on it. Then I put up a formal tree with all matching ornaments and Victorian tassels. They look really pretty. For my anniversary my hubbie bought me a new digital camera with 10MP and an 18X zoom. After having a 2MP, this is like wow! I will post some photo's if I get a chance to install my new camera software. Anyway, I'll close for tonight, have to get up early to get to work tomorrow. Then we'll go into town to get my Christmas groceries. God bless.</span></strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-14416314113355160762008-12-07T17:44:00.000-08:002008-12-07T18:37:29.707-08:00Are you a crazy chicken lady? & Various ramblings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoziWekZtLmN2oTjhxfMb4LTrs5-EyXB3Z1AxzuMLRmSiVaMO5oNgekdYSK31kB1t3ryY4CDjalasxkZsMqdVxxMJ7HkparbTJ0MGnRQe0dsHuI875bcKGROdvEiLIh5aFTAvnDTsdHwk/s1600-h/S2010077.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277241248896456290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoziWekZtLmN2oTjhxfMb4LTrs5-EyXB3Z1AxzuMLRmSiVaMO5oNgekdYSK31kB1t3ryY4CDjalasxkZsMqdVxxMJ7HkparbTJ0MGnRQe0dsHuI875bcKGROdvEiLIh5aFTAvnDTsdHwk/s320/S2010077.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">Yesterday morning as I was leaving for work, I was in quite a contemplative mood. I began to wonder what makes for a crazy chicken lady/man.?! Is it when you start to sing Tom Jones' songs to your favorite chicken? Like my personal favorite "What's new <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Phoebekins</span>- whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa..." <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LOL</span> </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Another classic sign of a crazy chicken lady is having not one but, two baby monitors hooked up at all times in the chicken coop, to make sure no predators are present. Yet another sign of the ever growing craziness is having your chickens names on your address labels and Christmas cards. And instead of sending out photo's of your children to friends, you send them photo's of your chickens. Judging by, my own standards, I'm as chicken crazy as a loon!</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">More craziness of my own is knowing when to put my sweet Big Momma (photo above) back in with the other girls. After nursing her back to health the last couple of weeks, I've grown very attached to her. Usually, she was a very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">independent</span> and quiet hen. Since she's been in the house in her hospital cage, she has taken on quite the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lovie</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">dovie</span> personality. I've began to call her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">LovieKins</span> as well as Big Momma. If she wants a scrambled egg she will make the sweetest little whines. She wants one at 5:30 am, 1:00 pm and 5:30 pm. After she eats at 5:30 pm, I clean her cage. Then she takes her usual after eating nap. Her feathers are nearly all grown back in & looking pretty good. Tho, she looks to be molting off one primary wing feather. Her comb is slowly getting red again. I've had her off the antibiotics and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">nutri</span>-drench for about a week. I hate to put her back in the coop, as I know she'll have to take the hazing of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Weezy</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Tootie</span> and Sylvia. The other girls pretty much will leave her alone. I think I will leave her in the cage for another week inside the coop to help the girls get used to her. I just don't want her to go back down hill again with the stress of getting put back in the coop. Not only that I will miss the little sweetheart! </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Tony cat is 16 years old and he has tender lungs. When it gets snowy and dry here he starts sneezing jags. I've been running the vaporizer and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">humidifier</span> for him. It worked almost immediately. Since he's a Senior Citizen Feline, he's more prone to little colds and allergies. Luckily, I have an excellent Vet. They see my cat and my chickens. I take my animals to Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Plante</span> & Dr. McMahon at North Country Animal Clinic.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">I've been <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">trying</span> to figure out what kind of dessert to make for Christmas dinner. I'd like to have 3 desserts. One cheesecake, perhaps a cranberry/apple pie and some kind of cake. We're having our Christmas get-together after Christmas. Working for the USPS, I will have Christmas day off, then have to be back at work on Friday and Saturday. So, if I can get the day off Monday I'll have our big dinner on the Sunday after Christmas. My Postmaster hasn't gave me an approved leave slip yet, so I probably won't know for sure that I can have it off until the last minute. Ugh!! How I do hate having to work outside the home sometimes!!! Only 23 years until I can retire! Or I can quit and move to Arkansas and become a full time homesteading housewife and beef farmer. I've been praying about it. In this economy it's a scary choice to make, especially since my job pays a living wage. </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Does anyone have any stories or experience going from a good job to not working outside the home? How's it working? What did you have to change economy wise? How does raising your own garden cost wise compare to grocery store prices? I'd be very interested in seeing other women's stories in this area. One thing I worry about is that my husband is 25 years older than me. If he passed on, do I have to wait until I am 62 to collect on his Social Security? If I lost Eric's income and I was a housewife, I couldn't make it on minimum wage that's for sure. I'd need his Social Security. Anyone know the rules on this? I guess I worry too much :O)</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Anyway, I'm getting droopy eyes... good night everyone.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Closing verse Bible verse:</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Song of Solomon 8:6 </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame. <a href="http://christianity.about.com/od/faqhelpdesk/p/newinternationa.htm">(NIV)</a> </span></strong></div></div>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-39072944739575439182008-12-05T18:10:00.000-08:002008-12-06T04:28:49.029-08:00Pack rat anonymous<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNQC3bwD_dg4Ghnve5N4JFBjCBzshfz0uUmfrxaUCMaHB69j4IJLB0krZoBsJNEFmQSBPm2iqs_zPcaWVCEbXUkevBWagdo1d3YUjxr5BnsT5tlDLKzUut4q5hZOVV-QavDi4F4IbxU8s/s1600-h/dc79_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276502536471869906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNQC3bwD_dg4Ghnve5N4JFBjCBzshfz0uUmfrxaUCMaHB69j4IJLB0krZoBsJNEFmQSBPm2iqs_zPcaWVCEbXUkevBWagdo1d3YUjxr5BnsT5tlDLKzUut4q5hZOVV-QavDi4F4IbxU8s/s320/dc79_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4LX340WKkgz8RayBvqx_VdjKa7t1kTYeCKHGuHrPtIVIZVzu_imxX1aCLWQxjyTBBkpisaKDr_Mcl25tLUUTSpskkm1NgLWVw1oesuNGHyd3NjNqLTUiUvK4bfgsEm5NIFQHNq7gO3c/s1600-h/2f54_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276501924538277522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4LX340WKkgz8RayBvqx_VdjKa7t1kTYeCKHGuHrPtIVIZVzu_imxX1aCLWQxjyTBBkpisaKDr_Mcl25tLUUTSpskkm1NgLWVw1oesuNGHyd3NjNqLTUiUvK4bfgsEm5NIFQHNq7gO3c/s320/2f54_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Well, I guess I'm not the only one who collects and collects...and collects! I was reading on one of the blogs I follow about collecting glassware. It inspired me to blog about my ever growing chicken collection. Pictured are two of my latest <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ebay</span> purchases. The top one is a very unusual rooster pin cushsion with a measuring tape that pulls out on the front. It did have a couple of cracks, but thought it was neat. </span></strong></div><div></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"> </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">The figurines are Japanese <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Napcoware</span>. What I thought was unique about them is that they look like the Delaware chickens. Since I got these two, I purchased two more chicken figurines & some very cute chicken/<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Holstein</span> cow green gingham quilting fabric. Also, I'm currently bidding on a bolt of lace curtain fabric with gorgeous roosters and hens. There's also some retro looking crazy chicken applique quilt blocks I've been eyeing to bid on!!! </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">It would be one thing if chickens were the only thing I collect. My house is one big collection... cats, cows, chicken <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">devonshire</span> china, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">pastorial</span> pattern dishes, records, stationary, stamps, chicken themed rubber stamps, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">vhs</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">dvds</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">cds</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">pc</span> games, antiques, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">victoriana</span>, stickers, greeting cards, antique books, animal playing cards, over 150 bottles of perfume in my fragrance wardrobe.... oh my....and over 50 designer handbags...not to mention shoes.... Did I mention I need to clean out my closets???? </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Does anyone have any Brown Swiss cow figurines? </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Hello, my name's Shana and I'm a Pack rat!</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></strong></div></div></div></div>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-12133634875661332262008-12-03T12:21:00.000-08:002008-12-03T12:40:53.433-08:00The Warmth of Chickens...<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVW8qg3ZWDKyvJLTwB4ILUUhvCCp72VvUz1zGfh0OO4uliQIs1otZgE87R22O1M4BfStaaBXdzDkxiYLOqMRkq_hyphenhyphen5EiTX4qYngKlBGNbqLXpKBolNp-X6EYF6W-gWWFosDnetNZvHeUE/s1600-h/S2010056.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275663753918747106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVW8qg3ZWDKyvJLTwB4ILUUhvCCp72VvUz1zGfh0OO4uliQIs1otZgE87R22O1M4BfStaaBXdzDkxiYLOqMRkq_hyphenhyphen5EiTX4qYngKlBGNbqLXpKBolNp-X6EYF6W-gWWFosDnetNZvHeUE/s400/S2010056.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">The Warmth Of Chickens......</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">When your day seems out of balance and so many things go wrong ...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">When people fight around you</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">and the clock drags on so long ...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">When some folks act like children</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">and fill you with remorse ...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">Go out into your chicken yard </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">and wrap your arms around one...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">Their gentle breath enfolds you as they</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">watch you with those eyes ...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">They may not have a PhD but oh they are so wise!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">One rests her head on your shoulder </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">you hug her good and tight ...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">She puts your world in balance and makes it seem all right.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">Your tears will soon stop flowing,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">the tension will be eased ...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">The nonsense has been lifted.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">You are quiet and at peace.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">So when you need some balance</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">from the stresses in your day ...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">The only therapy you really need</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">Is out there laying eggs!</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">Author unknown</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Someone from one of the Yahoo! chicken groups I belong to shared this poem with the group! I thought it was really cute!</span></strong> </div>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-49062938783347705942008-11-29T11:49:00.000-08:002008-11-29T12:11:41.862-08:00Still things to be thankful for!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4Meum9Yozjk2OiLF_zsXyUocHnthC3FMxCymgHPVm-N-NoidxMGoju54zBJo5WYVBm4BXDJcYKmbPn1xpbRgUfjJrTsEDyAeOptUQOfCzpy4VpXAb5TzxmsEVM7ewbL_tDcOnNURbzE/s1600-h/S2010005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274169224120281874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4Meum9Yozjk2OiLF_zsXyUocHnthC3FMxCymgHPVm-N-NoidxMGoju54zBJo5WYVBm4BXDJcYKmbPn1xpbRgUfjJrTsEDyAeOptUQOfCzpy4VpXAb5TzxmsEVM7ewbL_tDcOnNURbzE/s400/S2010005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">What a beautiful day for this time of year! Usually, we have close to a foot of snow after Thanksgiving! Today it's around 35-40 degrees F., and sunny. A regular heat wave for Northern New York :o) The girls were very happy to be able to get out and be able to take dust baths and eat what's left of the green grass. See my Miss Phoebe here enjoying herself! There's not too many days like this left in this area.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">More good news to be thankful for here today... for the last 5 days I've had one of my Golden Laced <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Wyandottes</span> "Big Momma" in my house in the hospital cage. For some reason she had a horribly tough molt. She lost nearly every feather. Then she lost weight when we had an early really cold snap, even though, I had heat lamps up for the girls. Then I noticed she had really watery <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">poops</span> & a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">spongy</span> crop. She was drinking a ton of water too. In chickens, drinking a ton of water isn't a very good sign. I gave her some eggs mixed with molasses, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">nystatin</span> and some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Baytril</span>. I think my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Baytril</span> is outdated. I need to get more. She ate it, then she went for 2 days not eating and I was getting real worried. I then switched her antibiotic to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Terramycin</span>, administered in her drinking water. I had some Poultry <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Nutri</span>-drench left so, I mixed about 4 large drops of that in with the medicated water. Also Eric suggested giving her some sweet corn. She promptly ate that up. Within 2 days she had cleaned up her layer crumbles. Today, I notice she has more normal <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">poops</span>. I'm going to keep her in for another 2-3 days until I'm sure she's back to normal. The bad thing is she'll have to establish her place again in the pecking order!! Wish her luck!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-31640715226960191492008-11-26T02:35:00.000-08:002008-11-26T02:51:59.634-08:00Things that I'm thankful for & other ponderings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHn7XyCpdlqn91B2oQUag49vLACJ510XcZTLih4iocwLGzuaB1GaOKrJSHzOcjLhvpK7BGQ972IULO24dlbhheMhphMtOcoZRehI88N36g4q1WhuCF8UWo3OVeC7XDqB1MP97-Ha7OEDs/s1600-h/S2010044.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272913302903995522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHn7XyCpdlqn91B2oQUag49vLACJ510XcZTLih4iocwLGzuaB1GaOKrJSHzOcjLhvpK7BGQ972IULO24dlbhheMhphMtOcoZRehI88N36g4q1WhuCF8UWo3OVeC7XDqB1MP97-Ha7OEDs/s200/S2010044.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Wasn't my trumpet vine pretty this year? It was the first time in 6 years that it bloomed! </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">As my husband gets ready to leave for Pennsylvania this morning & I am getting ready to wake-up the girls so I can leave for work. I have time to contemplate the everyday things I am so thankful to God for. I'd like to share a quick couple with you this morning. Also I want to wish anyone reading this a Happy Thanksgiving.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">1. Even though my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hubbie</span> really makes me mad at times, overall he's a good husband who does laundry, the dishes and fixes my lunch for work. He'll even pull the car out of the garage every morning before I go to work.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">2. Tony cat is my little shadow. He was an abandoned cat that my mother took in and she picked him out for me. He went from hiding under the bed, to sharing my food & running the house! As I type this he's watching me... after 16 years he's still so full of life. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">3. My chickens- the girls- I'd never want to be without my girls. They give me love, enjoyment and hours of funny antics. Not to mention the big brown eggs that all our friends love to eat!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">4. Most of all, I'm thankful that we live in a country where we can pray to Jesus, own a Bible and gather together in Jesus' name without being tortured or arrested. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">5. My family- I love them all! They're characters and I wouldn't have it any other way.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">I'm off to work and will be staying with mom while Eric is at his mother's house. We plan on making marzipan, turkey, stuffing & the other usual Thanksgiving day fare. I'll make my molasses pumpkin pie and perhaps a custard pie. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">God bless! </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Bible verse of the day: </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">The one who offers thanksgiving as his sacrifice glorifies me;to one who orders his way rightlyI will show the salvation of God!”<br />—<a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Psalm+50:23" target="_blank">Psalm 50:23</a></span></strong></div>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-52477053549538975912008-11-25T18:25:00.000-08:002008-11-25T19:06:53.094-08:00I've been tagged by Sharon, fun...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAJPWmNg3AhdK1trwxGthqLol27ek4dwH7Yg3T_jDQMfWP8DZSdn9q-i_n6MkNSDZg5ka51T264tdMonYl29HLOxFVhklcKWTdPOYZqgdzFADGNn4bXlhpGV6F7IPh6UBPpSIil3VSPHw/s1600-h/Tagyoureit_thumb3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272792693050643010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAJPWmNg3AhdK1trwxGthqLol27ek4dwH7Yg3T_jDQMfWP8DZSdn9q-i_n6MkNSDZg5ka51T264tdMonYl29HLOxFVhklcKWTdPOYZqgdzFADGNn4bXlhpGV6F7IPh6UBPpSIil3VSPHw/s320/Tagyoureit_thumb3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLcGrNk13qjzVx4sKwEFUjDIy6wUBJ_ZEL37AcQaD4W2cmfZuR96D9eYXsiwkrujkm0E-8N1_bWWba8h02fnh0o-0G7yoa1yiD_TYsGbFjIocsY2ukeMoRCWq46J-8YzQNz9cjfRnw9E/s1600-h/S2010044.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>I've never been tagged before, so let's see if I can do this without offending the Internet Police...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Here are the rules:</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Rule #1 ~ Link to the person that tagged you.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Rule #2 ~ Post the rules on your Blog.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Rule #3 ~ Write 6 random things about yourself.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Rule #4 ~ Tag 6 people at the end of your post.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Rule #5 ~ Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their Blog.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Rule #6 ~ Let the tagger know your entry is up.</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Okay here it goes...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">1. The person who tagged me was Sharon <a href="http://theoldoakswing.blogspot.com/">http://theoldoakswing.blogspot.com/</a> she has a great blog- check it out.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">2. 6 Random things about myself... </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Well, I love to bake cheesecakes- I'm always looking for a new and unusual recipe. </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Was once awarded top 10 Individual in the Arkansas State Cattle Judging Contest (forgot what year this was), was awarded a belt buckle. Then someone stole it LOL </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">I'm a pack rat and avid collector of stickers, victorian paper, chicken items, art, stationary, books, etc, etc! </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">I love to play games like cards, Scrabble, Spades, Hearts, Pitch- etc. When my Grandpa See was alive, after every family dinner we'd all gather at the table and play cards or dominoes. Now that he's gone, no one ever follows through on that tradition. It makes me really sad.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">By the time I was out of high school I had built up a herd of over 30 head of registered Limousin beef cattle, I sold them to pay the down payment for my first house. Wish I had them back now! </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">I used to show beef cattle and have won numerous showmanship awards and had many champions :) I miss those fun days. I made lots of good friends. </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">#3- Umm, now to tag some blogs I enjoy- I hope you haven't been tagged before! I will attempt to correctly do this.. I will tag many blogs I enjoy daily. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Tag you're it...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Tagging...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Amy at Twelve Acres <a href="http://twelveacres.blogspot.com/">http://twelveacres.blogspot.com/</a></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">my friend, Darlene at Maid in Montana <a href="http://maidinmontana.blogspot.com/">http://maidinmontana.blogspot.com/</a></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Natalie at Chicken Blog <a href="http://www.chickenblog.com/">http://www.chickenblog.com/</a></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Anita at <a href="http://prairiedreams.blogspot.com/">http://prairiedreams.blogspot.com/</a></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Susan at <a href="http://bearswampreflections.blogspot.com/">http://bearswampreflections.blogspot.com/</a></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Laura at <a href="http://www.urbanchickens.net/">http://www.urbanchickens.net/</a></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Whew...hard work... time for bed!</span></strong></div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong></div></div>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-59000335159793719352008-11-20T14:23:00.000-08:002008-11-20T15:15:32.606-08:00Of chickens, aprons, love & to better days to come<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOQqumrnmbjpukwKk666KpfjzhcCOQe-thmnFa7U0ihHQyugjxMljSOFiGF182MZWY2oH15pbOdS0bkBOuB853n-nltD7lu55FmbqG51mz033Ano4ddiLIYgkElKyXHHEHh7ndnLMo9d4/s1600-h/1940pansy%2520motherdaughter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270869762540189554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOQqumrnmbjpukwKk666KpfjzhcCOQe-thmnFa7U0ihHQyugjxMljSOFiGF182MZWY2oH15pbOdS0bkBOuB853n-nltD7lu55FmbqG51mz033Ano4ddiLIYgkElKyXHHEHh7ndnLMo9d4/s320/1940pansy%2520motherdaughter.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;">Well, I must say that today is a better day. After much Bible study, prayer, prayer and more prayer everything with my marriage is going better already. I've apologize for my earlier "rant"! At times it truly helps to get it off your chest, so to speak. I promise to try to be more positive in the future and read my Bible first! Today I will close with one of my favorite Bible verses to ponder.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Okay, on to better things. See these gorgeous aprons to the right? I ordered a set for my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">niece</span> Madison and one for her mother and grandmother. I found them online made by Stitch <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Thru</span> Time their site is <a href="http://www.stitchthrutime.com/">http://www.stitchthrutime.com/</a> check it out. They have a ton of pretty fabrics. I've got patterns for a few retro aprons, but, I haven't the time or energy this time of year (USPS busy season!). My meager apron collection only has 3 vintage aprons. I have a BBQ style apron with chickens on it, my favorite to wear while cooking. Then one is a half apron made of yellow gingham with a colorful rooster, which was a gift from one of my favorite girlfriends Darlene from Montana. It's too nice to wear!!! The other is a blue and white striped apron that my Auntie <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">JoAnn</span> sent me for my wedding. Madison will love these aprons I suspect. She's at the age that she wants to cook with grandma and mom. </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Have you gotten your Christmas shopping done? I have most of mine done. Just a few little items yet to pick up for some random friends I've made talking about our pet chickens! I sent one regional 1000 Islands gift basket to New Zealand today. I hand-picked some of our favorite made in New York cheeses, NY wines, NY jams, canned goods and you name it. Eric already opened his gifts. New <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">LaCrosse</span> boots and some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Cabela's</span> Elk skin mittens. </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">On the chicken front, I have 3 ceramic heat lamps running above their perches at night and then during the day I have 2 infrared lamps and I leave one of the ceramic lamps running in their upper coop where the roost is. It stays fairly warm really. This year I'd like to add a warm air <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">humidifier</span>, remote lighting and fire alarm. The girls are still laying fairly well. Big Momma is having a hard time coming back from this horribly hard molt. Her crop felt a bit soft the other day so I scrambled her a couple of eggs. Then I added 2ml of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Nystatin</span>, about 1/4 tsp of molasses, 1/2 tsp of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ProBios</span> and 1.4 ml of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Baytril</span>. She looked better the next day. Her crop feels better now. I gave her some plain scrambled eggs yesterday. She makes sure she gets right under the ceramic heat lamp with Tina <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Weena</span> & Bevin. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Weezy</span>, Sylvia and Old Meanie hog the lamp on the other side of the roosts. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Scroungey</span> and Phoebe roost in another house and they have their own ceramic heat lamp. </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Closing Bible verse for thought for today: </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Proverbs 30:18-19 </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">"There are three things that amaze me— no, four things that I don’t understand: how an eagle glides through the sky, how a snake slithers on a rock, how a ship navigates the ocean, how a man loves a woman. "</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong> </div>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-84102285831193082942008-11-17T15:08:00.000-08:002008-11-17T15:51:52.137-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Usually, I like to keep my blog about the things that make me happy in life. Today, I just cannot write happy things. I'm sure that there are times in every woman's life where she just wonders if she has made a mistake marrying the man she did. Well, today is one of those days for me. At the beginning of October my grandmother who raised me had a mild heart attack and I believe a stroke. I applied for annual leave at my job 2 weeks after her attack after she was home. I asked for 3 weeks off. So we could have a week and a half there and a week and a half back home. Well, unknown to me my mother-in-law decided in this time that we were coming there (Pennsylvania) to stay with them for 3-4 days over Thanksgiving. Of course she didn't tell us that until my trip to my grandmother's was already planned and we were 2 days from leaving. To make a long story short, we offered to visit my mother-in-law for 3 days when we got back home (when I had a week off of work) because, I couldn't get off work during Thanksgiving. Because, I had already took my time earlier. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong>At first she was mad, but grudgingly said okay. Then after a night of sulking, she called and told us, that she and my father-in-law had "other plans". While she is on the phone I can hear her talking crap about me. She's saying how I never have trouble getting off work for 3 weeks to visit my family. This is the same woman who didn't want us parking our "old truck" by her home for fear it would "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">embrass</span> them in front of their neighbors". These are people who live in a gated country club community, they are retired, they have plenty of money, they drive to Florida every winter and stay for 4-5 months and they get mad because, oh my goodness, I have a job! What can I do but, tell my husband it would be okay with me if him and his son drive down there to placate his mother. So, instead of standing up for me and telling her that if she won't see us when I can go, he's going down with his son. He's too big a wussy to stand up to the woman. But, he sure as heck can take it out on me. All I've heard from these people when I was unemployed for 5 months, was when are you going to work, etc, etc. They're always so darn worried about my employment and I've worked since before I was 16! My husband, his daughter, her husband, their room mate and his son and other daughter none of them work! My husband is truly disabled, his daughter is "bi-polar" HA, her hubby is an alcoholic and so is their room mate, his son..who knows, he works when he's out of drugs!Perhaps they should worry about their own darn unemployment record. My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hubbie</span> has always wanted me to work, but then gets mad at me when there are times that I haven't been able to get off work. Now, he was of course drinking today. Then when I get home, he's being overtly rude. Then the one thing that really set me off- I've asked him repeatedly, NOT to let my chickens out in the backyard when I'm not here. What does he do but, let Phoebe & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Scroungey</span> out, he closed their pen door and left to go drink with his son and daughter and her husband. I've told him not to let them out for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">safety</span> sake. A loose dog or any predator could come around and kill them. Phoebe is limping and she'd be easy prey. If he lets them out and she gets hurt, I don't think I could stay with him. To be so darn selfish and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">disrespectful</span>...I'm darn sick of it. </strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">I'm too old for these little sulky & childish games. I'm about ready to walk. But, the one thing that keeps me here- is that those little jerks (my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">step kids</span> and in-laws) who have treated me so terribly for 12 years and have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">back stabbed</span> me after I was kind to them every chance they got... they're not going to make out on my hard work on this place, after how they have treated me all these years. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">My husband wants thanked for everything he does for me and I honestly am very appreciative of any sacrifice he has made. Though, he doesn't seem to think that I've made any sacrifices at all. There are times when I don't believe that he appreciates anything I've done or that I do around here. I really feel taken for granted and hurt. Anytime he doesn't get his way, he punishes me. He'll get drunk (tho of course to hear him tell it he's not 'drunk'), start on the self-pity & sulking mode, then be passive-aggressive saying little barbs to get my goat, then he'll blow up, then go off downstairs to sulk like a little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">biotch</span>. I tell you it's so predictable, I'm very bored and sick of it. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">If it wasn't for my cat and chickens I'd of probably been gone long ago. It will go great for a month or so, when he doesn't drink. Then he'll go a month or so drinking at his daughters, until I'm ready to take off. Any more, I truly, just don't have the energy, the strength or the desire to ride this roller coaster. My mind is so tired of the mind freak. He'll tell me he wants to move to Arkansas, then when I get excited, he'll start something and say "well, if you're going to be mean, I'm not moving to Arkansas". It's like I'm the jackass that he's holding the carrot in front of and he moves it just about when I have it. He doesn't want to grow in Christ and in his walk with the Lord. I really feel that I need to get out of this rut for my own spiritual walk with God.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">I have an adrenal tumor and I'm not getting any medical care for it. I honestly am not in the health to deal with this crap. I've got calcification on my left lung from <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">pneumonia</span> and I've always got some sort of asthma or sinus or lung infection. It's from stressing over this crap all the time. There's no normalcy. I'm sick of it. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">I'm praying that God will give me a way out if that is his desire for my life. I've never wanted to have a marriage that ended in divorce. I'm a fighter, I'm going to try and pray to make it through this. I pray God will give me the strength to do it. Sometimes I think perhaps when we're not spiritually mature and not living for the Lord (like me when I met my husband), perhaps we yoke ourselves with people that the Lord never meant for us to begin with. I love my husband and I know I'm what stands between him and Satan taking him. Before I met him he was a total drunk all the time. He wasn't baptised and he didn't believe in Jesus or have any relationship with him. I know if I left Eric, he'd be right back to the drunk lifestyle and he'd be bitter. Who knows maybe he'd be happy as a lark. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Okay, I'm done whining. It's nice to have this blog to gripe to- </span></strong>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-75052702259468010482008-11-08T15:50:00.001-08:002008-11-08T17:01:00.132-08:00Back to life...back to reality...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaTB4Gn2y5ZLspEoCtuOx2i_1twRDQzuZW8M8Z7a_o5SsxvgnLQzvjt9_yEMEbLp9Ce5jfYcUXHaZlZretdh2l8-hiA3XXaa6ydIkSgkK9IiKGdw9Gkc3kPW9dbyM_7ofUyoC4p_TLd7A/s1600-h/S2010022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266443288772130274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaTB4Gn2y5ZLspEoCtuOx2i_1twRDQzuZW8M8Z7a_o5SsxvgnLQzvjt9_yEMEbLp9Ce5jfYcUXHaZlZretdh2l8-hiA3XXaa6ydIkSgkK9IiKGdw9Gkc3kPW9dbyM_7ofUyoC4p_TLd7A/s320/S2010022.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJlv1g2WwTB7cYB8pP0tDSTSQ71mAe3o60DxKhyphenhyphen6UuUZxLu9dVmu0AxP8dk1LTfiMhByNqlLXuaMPU1TONIegkHxRCGYjMuoEpMHEGVolpxDpaI0E5XQm4dCSnyoRxMYUCAhvdcujsYzU/s1600-h/S2010001.JPG"></a><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Well, we're back home. All the chickens are doing well and Tony cat is very happy that we are back. The photo you see to the left is of one of the numerous Maple trees in my grandma's yard. The weather in Arkansas while we visited was gorgeous! We missed the big 12" snow in Northern NY...yeah!!!! </span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">We had great time. I met my nephew Hayden for the first time. He's a cutie pie. He's 4 and quite a loving child. He threw his arms around me and grandma when we went to visit him. I wish I lived closer so I could see him often. Also I saw my niece Madison who's almost 4. She such a sweetheart and very bossy! It's a family trait- so my hubby says! Grandma is doing pretty well. We've decided to move down there. I hate to quit my job but, it's getting to where she really needs us to help her out. Lots of prayers and planning will have to be done before we pack up. We'll probably have to leave the house vacant while trying to sell it. It probably will be easier to sell then anyway.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">On the chicken front Phoebe is limping a bit. I let the girls out today for awhile after it rained and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Cluckster</span></span> and Girl were picking on Phoebe and I think she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">must have</span> hurt her leg. So I put her and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Scroungey</span></span> back in the chicken tractor for the day. She seemed to be walking a bit better tonight on the way to the roost. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">When Eric went to pick-up our mail that was being held at the post office it was in a big box. I still haven't gone <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">through</span> it all! I've read all the letters, opened the bills, etc. I still have the magazines to go through tomorrow. Well, I'm off for the night.</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"></span></strong></div>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-3199463540602707072008-10-20T05:08:00.000-07:002008-10-20T05:12:13.956-07:00Whimsy, Jane Austen style<p align="center"><a href="http://www.strangegirl.com/emma/quiz.php" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.strangegirl.com/emma/quizmarianne.jpg" width="200" height="300" alt="I am Marianne Dashwood!" /><br /> <br /><br />Take the Quiz here!</a></p>You Are...Marianne Dashwood!<br /> <br /><strong>You are Marianne Dashwood of Sense & Sensibility! You are impulsive, romantic, impatient, and perhaps a bit too brutally honest. You enjoy romantic poetry and novels, and play the pianoforte beautifully. To boot, your singing voice is captivating. You feel deeply, and love passionately.</strong><br /><br /><br /><strong>So, I'm off to work, I had some time so I figured I'd take the Jane Austin quiz. It nailed who and what I am. Fun!</strong>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871318053562716455.post-39404687798388663022008-10-19T09:57:00.000-07:002008-10-19T10:43:12.963-07:00Cold breakfast...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwevAK46a1skWlpqX7ffd9-OzTLJ5qtNnMoUVrDKeYVj1Zz978VB19I-fq0IqIJdJfnlIaGTEERecrXvH3rcnTnhQNfuAnROmsSAD__jyZn-_7pUTHeGvP5mQT-Yz61cxRcpB1jwChd0c/s1600-h/S2010014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258910484159687314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwevAK46a1skWlpqX7ffd9-OzTLJ5qtNnMoUVrDKeYVj1Zz978VB19I-fq0IqIJdJfnlIaGTEERecrXvH3rcnTnhQNfuAnROmsSAD__jyZn-_7pUTHeGvP5mQT-Yz61cxRcpB1jwChd0c/s320/S2010014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;">As you can see the girls are going through a really hard molt this year. Shown here left to right are Tootie, Old Bitty (yellow), Girl, Big Momma and Bevin. They're on the southwest bank behind our house one of their favorite places. The sun shines on the bank and they love to stretch out. Big Momma seems to be going through one of the hardest molts. Every winter she burns her tail feathers on one of the heat lamps I keep in the roosting coop. There was a hard frost this morning and it was mighty chilly this morning, so I turned on a few of the heat lamps. This year I will try something different (at least for night time). I'm going to try some of the ceramic heat bulbs that Doctors Foster and Smith sell for use in Reptile tanks and the black blubs. I think this will decrease any picking and arguing amongst the girls when they have to be pinned up during the bad winter. The last winters I have just kept my infrared heat lamps on 24-7. This is too hard on the girls I think. They weren't getting any sleep and getting cranky with each other. Tho, I was getting plenty of eggs! </span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">This morning I went out to let the girls out into the backyard about 11:30 AM to free range. As I was walking back in to eat my late breakfast, I noticed blood all over Ole' Meanies left side. Immediately, I herded her into our big chicken tractor. Eric stopped getting his plate ready and grabbed a pail and filled it with soapy very warn water. Quickly, I took off my coat, shoes and warm woolen socks. Then I jumped into the bath tub with Ole' Meanie in tow. Gently, with a wash cloth a washed all the blood off her leg and wing. Eric then held her while I looked for any wounds. Turns out what had caused all the blood was while molting she had a primary feather that was loose, turned around, but it wasn't ready to fall out. That feather must've gotten caught on something and got yanked out. I'm sure the other hens were picking at her. After we realized what had caused it we used the hair dryer to dry her off a little bit. She was amazingly calm while I used the warm blow dryer on her. Actually, she seemed to really love it. </span><span style="color:#3333ff;">Now she's in my kitchen in her cage, with a Vermont milk parlor heater on her. Eric gave her some scrambled eggs and her egg layer crumbles. Not too long ago, I added a raw egg to them. Poor Ole' Meanie has had a heck of time these last two months! When she dries off really well, I will let her back out with the girls in the backyard. </span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Meanwhile, I'm enjoying a lazy day cozying up in my Lazy-Boy- (or girl!). At the end of next week we will be driving to Arkansas to visit my grandma who raised me. It's a trip I dread, well, I dread the drive! I love to see my "Mema" and always hate to go back to reality when I get used to being down there! We won't be staying as long as we usually do, because, Tony cat now that he's older needs more care and Mom will only be able to check on my chickens once a day. </span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Well, I'm closing for now. Back to my relaxation...well, online shopping for Christmas that is....</span></div>Crazy Chicken Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14633337766365729459noreply@blogger.com2