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by Rachel Hurd Anger In preparation of our Thanksgiving dinner, we went unconventional and roasted chicken. But, not any old chicken. No ma’am. We went local. This last summer, I had the unique opportunity to attend a workshop meant to take those interested in having a hand through every process of a meal from kill […]Read more »
Guest post by Pam Baker Chickens are fun. Ask anyone who has them. Well, fun is a relative term; you can’t take them to the movies or play cards with them, but many chicken keepers will tell you that they spend enjoyable hours watching their antics.Some make pets out of them, give them names and […]Read more »
by Jennifer Sartell The shopping season is upon us again. Everywhere you look there are advertisements for things. Thing we need, things we must have, things we can’t live without, things, things, THINGS! The stuff of life can clutter our closets, our basements, our attics and worst of all, our brains. It can spill out […]Read more »
by Rebecca Nickols I’m not able to let my chicks free range … too many wild and domestic predators. Some threats are obvious: foxes, hawks, raccoons, etc. And then there are the less inconspicuous dangers, namely Buddy and Sugar, the border collies, and the five chicken-hungry hunting cats. I don’t think the dogs would purposely […]Read more »
Guest post by Sandi Hopper We only have one turkey on the farm. She’s the last bronze beauty we have left of the original dozen we bought. We raised them for meat, or at least that was the intent. We raised the tiny ET’s in the barn, then graduated them to a chicken wire pen […]Read more »
by Meredith Chilson Once upon a springtime, there was a fluffy chicken named Mrs. Feathers. Mrs. Feathers wanted to be a mother. She laid an egg every day in her nest of shavings and straw, and she even lined the nest with soft, downy feathers. Mrs. Feathers did not like to be disturbed by anyone […]Read more »
by Joy Currie Against my better judgement, we named our chickens. It was hard to not give them names when we got to know their personalities. And all the drama of them trying to establish a pecking order was better than watching a made-for-tv-mini-series. Since we are huge Harry Potter fans, the rooster was dubbed […]Read more »
Guest post by Candice Welcome to the window on Blue Feather Hollow, which you could call a number of things (e.g., a hobby farm, an organic farm, a wild idea that got out of hand …), but never, ever, could you call it boring. As soon as we moved out of town, Child No. 1 […]Read more »
Guest post by Sandi Hopper My very first chickens were very long ago when I was a little girl. They were Bantams which I thought, back then, were a breed. There was an adorable little rooster with pluck, five tiny hens and one only baby chick. I don’t know how they came in that assortment […]Read more »
by Rachel Hurd Anger Raising backyard chickens for eggs became an unlikely obsession. I can’t even say when it started, but I owe it mostly to author Michael Pollan and my first reading of his book The Omnivore’s Dilemma. Now I devour information about sustainable living, and bit by bit, my goal is to […]Read more »