SuperSize It

My chickens lay eggs in a couple different places.  Eight or nine of them select the cedar shavings in the small white dog house in the chicken run.  The majority choose a corner in the big red dog house.  However, the eight or nine that roam loose all day have a couple different spots.

There are usually a couple in the dog house a few runs over.  I can find about 5 in the kennel barn, and one of the Golden Girls walks all the way up the hill to the chicken condo and leaves her egg neatly in the corner.

One of the chickens is "broody".  She sits on the eggs in the white dog house all day, hoping for chicks.  Since there is no rooster in the group, it is futile, but I guess in her mind miracles happen.  I don't know what she thinks when I take the eggs out from under her.  Maybe I will get a rooster sometime and fulfill her dreams of being a mom.  She would be a good one, I think.

I have an overachiever in the group.  Yesterday I found a SuperSized egg; it is the biggest egg I have ever seen.  A picture really doesn't do it justice.  Maybe somebody is sneaking steroids.

Welcome Home

If a person lives alone, it can be pretty quiet coming home at the end of a work day.  However, if a person has animals, you are guaranteed a joyful homecoming.  My dogs act like I have been gone for a month, with lots of tail wagging and excitement when I come in the door. But the funniest scene is driving down to the kennel barn.

Several of the chickens have decided to join the sheep herd during the day.  The sheep don't seem to mind. Everybody gets along on Grandma D's farm.

Welcome home.