chick inn

You all know the story by now.  (If not, I’ll give you the micro Cliff Notes.)

5 1/2 years ago when I was extremely ill, a life long friend drove into our circle driveway with a horse trailer full of supplies.  She & her teenagers dropped off a coop, feed dish, water container, bedding, straw, food and 3 chickens.  She got back into her truck and I yelled, WAIT!

I don’t know a thing about chickens!

She said, then I guess you will need to learn fast.  Good Luck, you’ll be fine.

Everyday after that, I had to get up and go out to the backyard and tend to my chickens.  Every single day, I read and read and read until I couldn’t find anything else to read and learn about chickens.  The first weekend, Mr. Right drove me to the library and a book store.  The boyfriend carried arm loads of new books.

Pretty wise girlfriend.

I went outside morning, noon and night to check on Lovey, Mary-Ann and Ginger.  I had to lift small buckets of feed and drag the bag of bedding.  I lifted the small, then large containers of water.  I spilled, sweat, was frustrated and kept trying.  Mr. Right only helped me when he had to.  I did 95% of the work (slow & steady) all by myself.

Fast forward 5.8 years.

My fascination (sounds way better than obsession) with chickens has grown.  I try to learn new things all the time.  I use only natural methods of raising them.


I include fresh-cut Rosemary when laying in fresh straw to discourage bugs and just this past week, I learned to tie a cooper coupling on the fishing line in my water container to reduce algae growth.

The time had come for a new Coop.  20180828_071910-1

While standing in the kitchen (which I do a LOT), I look out the window and can see the chickens.   I wanted to be able to see them, yet I wanted their new digs to be nice looking.

We did a little research and ordered a basic coop.  When it arrived I painted the parts and Mr. Right put it together.  Then we (read that as I picked things out, he figured out how to install them and make it all work) upgraded some of the hinges, locks and he reinforced some of the places that would get the most wear and tear.


The run, which we refer to as the “East Wing” was designed and built by Mr. Right.  Yes, the same Mr. Right who continues to refer to the girls as “Buzzards”.  I think secretly he likes them.  haha20180828_072001

The run is actually built in two, five foot sections and can be taken apart for cleaning etc.  It is attached to the main coop and can also be taken apart.  We put clear carpet runner 20180828_071754on top of the wire in one section to provide more cover from the elements, yet still allowing sunshine and light to get through.

20180828_071813-1We made a feeder and water container out of pvc pipe.  So far, working well, with only a slight adjustment needed on the feeder.

This morning, while checking on the girls Ginger, Dolly (Madison), Margaret (Hatcher), Dixie (Chick) and Queen Frosting…. I gratefully collected egg number 2, 224.20180828_072907

I am grateful to be healthy enough to take care of them.  I will be forever grateful to my friend for slapping me upside the head with a slipper to gently encourage me to get off the sofa and back to living & working.  And of course, Mr. Right for indulging me by listening to one more crazy idea for the chickens.

Hey, Mr. Right, I did have a small idea on how the feeder would work more efficiently.  Here, let me explain……..







beautiful bounty

In direct contrast to my ridiculous computer frustration the past few days…

I give you one picture.

Today’s Bounty.20150812_132801-1

Why yes, thanks for asking.  I can actually accomplish things.  I am gifted.

I did grow the beans and tomatoes!

Yes, yes, I did raise the chickens who gave us those two lovely eggs.

Oh my, I am blushing. Don’t stop me now, I am on a roll!  Look out!!!

Yes, I did weave the basket they are arranged in.

Oh, thank you, yes, I did sew the quilt and hand quilt the little tiny stitches on the piece in the photograph.

We all have talents and gifts.  Sometimes I can’t really see mine over the crying and gnashing of teeth over computer issues.

I have to gently remind myself that crying, stomping my feet and reaching my “cuss quota” for the day all have to do with computer technology not the other 99% of my life.

Do you gently remind yourself of your gifts?  It’s a lovely feeling to remember we each are talented in different genres.

I would love to hear about some of your talents and gifts.  Please share.

weekly round-up

Good Friday morning campers!

Weekly round-up. 
Shaking my head to the side, like a swimming getting water out of their ear.  Letting go of all sorts of things, swirling in my noggin.

gingerbreadhouse (1)Yesterday, while I was eating my medicine, I was looking at amazing gingerbread houses.
 Ideas for next year?  possibly.
While I always lean towards gathering all kinds of candy and gumdrops……………maybe I should think…………..
hey, why don’t we use granola for the stone work?  Jeepers, this is an amazing house.
Last night, we heard coyotes singing their song.  Double checked the chicken coop door and left more lights on.
This is day five of my intense magnesium study.  Blowing my mind.  Learning so much in such a short amount of time.
I am spending 2-3 hours of study a day.  I noticed all my brain power is going in that direction………not so many blog posts.
In addition to my biking and rebounding………fitting in more afternoon walks.  smiling.
Yesterday, while on our walk, I found a leaf.  A friend called it an angel wing.  I took a picture. 20150212_163655
This week I collected 2 eggs.  After several weeks of “rest” & regrouping, fingers crossed we are back in the egg business.
While waiting for some magnesium chloride to soak in this morning, I circled back and looked at some previous notes of health and wellness.
Yes folks, fluoride is still poisonous to the human body.  Over time, it still causes cancer.  As nice as many old dentists are, no, it does not cure dental issues. Yes, some towns in America are still putting it in their water supply.  sigh.   How to fix in your own world?  Use toothpaste with no fluoride.  Just say , no thank you to the fluoride service when visiting a dental office.  Install a high quality water filtration system in your home.  duh
moving on.
Yesterday, I learned to exchange the words “mad, angry, frustrated” with the word responsibility.  Instead of being all those things at
medical personal that didn’t help me or share with me or teach me………..I have changed that into ………… is my responsibility to learn to find health for me.
Such a relief off my shoulders.   It’s called giving myself some Grace & Mercy.  It feels lighter not to blame everyone else anymore.
This week, the study time has gotten a bit intense.  Yes, while learning so much, my brain feels “tight”.  haha
I am putting down the book & note taking after one hour today. Yes, I am setting the kitchen timer.
I am headed to the sewing room to work on my BEE HAPPY quilt.
I am craving/needing a little creative fun.
Tonight, son #1 and daughter in law are going to their first Mardi Gras Masquerade Ball.  So tickled for them.  I hope they have the time of their lives.
The fabric for the gown and costume look wonderful.  Their masks amazing,  fingers cross for pictures!
Yesterday, a friend’s son broke his leg in three places.  Jimminie Cricket!  Sending good healing karma his way.  Also, gathering several jig saw puzzles and mailing them to him.
Grand #3 explored the world without his mom during the day.  He survived, he thrived, the parents are emotionally exhausted and deserve the weekend ahead of them.  Growth is tough.
A friend is anxiously awaiting her second grand.  She found out names and is swirling them in her brain.
She also has decided to share three or four photographs a week on face book.  Putting yourself out there is brave.  Life is good.
Niece spent part of the week buried under piles of snow……….only to come out and look defeat in the face, inside the courtroom.  Back to the drawing board. Regrouping is always tough.
A friend walked through an extremely tough week of less than stellar health.  Sending gobs and gobs of good karma her way.
So, earlier this morning, still , damp, chilly and a bit eerie with the fog swirling around me………..I stepped outside.  Turned off the light that illuminates our flag, I brought in the garbage can………….then gingerly go look for the chickens, I am listening for their chatter…………… Yippee!  They were fine.
I took a deep cleansing breath………...choked and laughed out loud.
All the hours I spend on learning, researching, exercise, drinking juice, trying to live a healthy life………
Not one but two men, neighbors on either side of our home, were standing outside smoking.  Apparently, they are not allowed to smoke in their own homes, so they are outside, puffing away.    Seriously?
No, I did not offer them a copy of all my notes on disease and how to live a healthy life.
I just filled the feeder with peanuts for the Stellers Jays.
To celebrate living through the night, I gave the chickens some meal worms.
I turned and walked back into the house.
Filled Liberty’s water dish with fresh filtered water.
I cut up a whole bunch of raw bok choy to enjoy with my breakfast. 20150210_081543
I lift up my morning juice and celebrate all our differences.
BFC C1975 Boxing ring centered in Coliseum. Circa 1930Sort of feels like I was a boxer, fighting all week.
AH, the weekend is upon us………….we bounce over to our corners to regroup.
People are funny.
Life is good.
I am grateful.

suet, suet

Tis the season.  My chickens, like all chickens are molting.  That means, no eggs.  Well, I get one now and then from Ginger, none from Lovey.  They are using all their protein to produce more feathers to help keep them warm in the winter months.  I know, I would be doing the same thing.  Yipes.

I am learning and researching and one of the things that will help them is to increase their protein intake.  So last night I made a delicious treat.  For the chickens (and birds) not people.

20141204_205331I purchased a block of suet.  It cost $1.79 Who knew, you could still buy this?  Anyway, I melted it down, then I added raw peanuts, raw sunflower seeds, seaweed and some sunflower seeds in the shell.  I poured into a pan.  Then set in the freezer to harden.

This morning, I scooped out balls of the,soon to be tree decorations and treats of goodness.

I put suet balls into those net bags you save?  Easy to tie onto the outdoor Christmas tree!  I also hung one (with a bit wider weave) of thesuet balls delicious suet balls inside the chicken coop.

Now, today is not freezing in my neck of the woods.  However, on those brisk winter, extremely chilly mornings….. taking a couple treats out of the freezer to offer up to my outdoor friends will make them very happy and I in turn will be happy.

Tis the season to give!

It’s all about the happy!

Who knew suet would make this vegetarian girl so dang happy?


Happy Friday, y’all.

Christmas tree in May, (not so festive)

DSCN2921Each year we have a gorgeous fresh evergreen tree on our outdoor deck.  White lights and some bird seed balls. I even hung some bells made out of bird seed.    With a light dusting of snow, it is really picture perfect.

The calendar page is turned and come January 8 or 9th…. not so magical.  Somehow, what was  once breath-taking, lush, full and lovely just a few weeks before, now just looks sad and ready for the recycle bin.

DSCN4560I am trying my very best to be  knowledgeable and natural when it comes to raising chickens for their fresh eggs.  One way I keep bugs at bay, is with fresh herbs and plants.  I change out their bedding weekly.  I use cinder vinegar in their drinking water, I provide fresh straw, hang fresh herbs, make my own natural cleaner & sprinkle lavender around.  Smells lovely, calming (to lay better eggs) and in the colder months I line the laying boxes with evergreens for warmth.   We have several trees around, so it is rather easy to find my weekly branches.

DSCN4530Ah, back to the Christmas tree.  We kept it and have been cutting branch after branch each week.  A couple of days ago was the last of it.  We upcycled or recycled the tree for the chicks.   The timing was perfect.  The weather has turned warmer (for us, sorry Colorado).  We used the last tiny bit at the very top of the tree.  It sure has past it’s prime.   Time to move on.  Not quite as festive as it once was.

Unless there is some holiday tradition I don’t know about?    Some holiday, where the people celebrate with a 7 foot bare tree, with just the top couple of branches to decorate with?   Let me know and maybe next year, I can plan accordingly.


fa la la la la la la la DSCN4545

I figured it out

cardiganFor the life of me, I can’t figure out buying women’s clothing, I admit to the universe, I loath shopping in general but really dislike shopping for clothes.   Mr. Right is much better about choosing and buying women’s clothes than I am. I have no idea why?   Just a couple of days ago, we breezed through a very nice department store, I spied a fun, happy, floral print cardigan.  I pointed and smiled and said, “what about that”?  He said “you mean the one, that already comes with a Kleenex tucked into the sleeve?” It was his nice way of saying, it might be a bit too “old lady” for me.  sigh.  It is a mystery to me.

Why does our immersion stick blender have a slow and high-speed?  Oh sure, I have tried the slow speed, who uses that?  What the heck is that for?  I go back to using the high-speed every single day.

There is a light switch in our storage room.  I flip it on and off for fun.  I sort of hope it turns the neighbors’ living room lamp on and off.  We have lived here 14 years and we still have no idea what that switch is connected to.

Why do they sew pockets on ladies pajamas?    AHHHH, that one I figured out.

After several nights of rough and tumble sleep (or should I say, lack of sleep), luckily last night I slept through the night and then a bit into the morning.  Good thing I have a Sweet Golden Retriever, who kissed my hand to gently remind me, “hey lady, that food dish isn’t going to fill itself, daylights burning.  Get a move on.”

I stumbled out of bed, tried to pat down my joyful hair and shuffled into the kitchen to prepare said fancy dog her breakfast.   Then I decided it would be easy for me to slip on my winter coat, step into Mr. Right’s black work boots and go let out the chickens.  They need fresh straw and water and a bit of scratch to get their morning off to a good start.

All decked out in my, oh so fashionable attire, I marched across our back yard.  (que the music, praising the angels above for a full privacy fence)  Good morning pleasantries were exchanged between myself and the girls.  Fresh straw, fresh water, food dish filled, a little morning seed scattered around…………all was in order.  Then I checked for eggs.   Hello there my beauties!

Gratitude is a lovely way to start the day.

Fresh, beautiful, perfect eggs.    I slipped them gently into my pocket.  Yes, the pocket hanging down below my puffy winter jacket.

Very fresh warm eggs, nestled inside my pajama pocket.  Oh my goodness, I could feel the warmth through the fabric, like a mini hot water bottle.

So, that is what those pockets are for!  I never knew. 


eggs in pocket



welcome to our home, please make your own omelet

I will let you in on a little secret, I am not a morning person.  Nope, never have been.  When the boys were little and I needed to be up and at ’em bright and early, I had to have a plan of attack.  Before going to bed, I would measure out ingredients for pancakes or waffles.  I would write huge sticky notes that said ADD 1 EGG or ADD 1/2 CUP of MILK.  Everything as easy as it could be.  I would set the breakfast table the night before.  Not kidding.

So to let it “slip” that I do not possess the culinary skills to fry an egg, might not come as a surprise many of you.  Both boys left for college, “hating” eggs.  Gee, that’s funny?  I wonder why?  Both have since “seen the light” and cook a mean breakfast including eggs.  See, I was just trying to encourage their creative spirit, when it came to: frying, scrambling, poaching  etc…. eggs.  No, I did not earn my 100 pleated chef’s hat.  I can’t even really cook one kind of egg.  Oh, I take that back, I am EGGcellent at steaming fresh eggs for 20 minutes then plunging into icy cold water…. TA DA, hard-boiled eggs!

Son #1 came to visit for a couple of days.  In the morning, I would set the table, pick the fresh chives, pick the fresh mushrooms DSCN4023(yes, I am growing my own mushrooms thanks to a kit I received), I gathered the fresh eggs, purchased and set out,  Irish Cheddar cheese & fresh-baked Sourdough bread.  It was a lovely presentation.  The All-Clad was set on the stove ready for action.   I was trying my best to inspire our house guest to make their own.   Look kids, it is all set up and ready for you to feel good about yourself! Think how proud you will feel by making your own breakfast!DSCN4030

Oh, you made an extra omelet for your mom? 

Don’t mind if I do! Please and Thank You!

Please come back and visit any ol’ time.