Poor chickens, sometimes fall doesn’t seem like much fun for our flocks or us. The amount of daylight begins to decrease and along with that, the annual molting begins. Eggs supply dwindles and even our most social of chickens would prefer to not be handled as much. But, it doesn’t mean that fall can’t be fun for the flock! Over the years, we’ve come up with some fall fun ideas and distractions for the flock and I think that your flock might enjoy them too!
Hello friends, happy fall! I took the summer off from blogging to take time to recenter and focus. It’s hard to believe that I have been blogging regularly for almost ten years. It seemed like a good time to hit the pause button and reflect on the future direction and life in general. It was nice to take 8 weeks off, as a recharge of the batteries was in order. I spent the summer with my family and kicked it off with a trip to Europe.
Last week, I took a trip with a few of my girlfriends to Porto, Portugal. I had never been to Portugal and when the opportunity arouse, I could not resist saying yes! I was curious about what I would see in Portugal and began doing research along with my girlfriends. There were a few things on the list that I definitely wanted to see. I wanted to see historical places, churches, taste local food, absorb the culture, sights, sounds and smells. I also wanted to visit the cafe and bookstore that J.K. Rowling frequented while teaching English in Porto to school children while writing Harry Potter.
Spring is my favorite season. I know I say that all the time, but I absolutely love it. Perhaps, it’s because of the new life that it promises, new chances and new beginnings. The air is crisp and clean and filled with song birds with swirl breezes filled with hints of early blooms around my head. Lots of wonderful springy thing are happening around here.
I didn’t expect to find Lucy dead on the floor of the coop as I went in that bright sunny afternoon the Friday before Easter. I had just seen her in the morning and she and I had our usually interaction. As I was busying myself tidying up the coop, Lucy was my constant companion, chatting away with her deep voice sharing all chicken things with me. She’d come in and out, nuzzle near for a quick pat on the back. To and fro, she has been my daily escort for years. As a result, we had developed a little ritual that I looked forward to every morning.