Category / chicken story

January 22, 2015
After keeping chickens for a while and spending time with them, I think you will realize that there is a great deal that people can learn from watching a flock grow old together. I’ve been feeling so saddened lately with all that I am hearing, watching, and reading about in the world. Sometime I begin…

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September 19, 2014
Patience. Love. Understanding. Encouragement. It all happened in under a 5 minute time period out in the coop yesterday morning between Tilly and Oyster Cracker. Yesterday morning, I opened up the coop door and let the vivacious young uns out along with the old ladies. I could hear everyone chattering up at storm out in…

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January 17, 2014
Earlier this week, if you follow me on Facebook, you saw that I hurt my foot. I actually walked into the couch during my typical morning family routine. I was rushing and the couch surely won. At first, I felt no pain. This was how I knew that I had done a doozy on my…

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December 6, 2013
I started reading Jan’s books to my children even before they could listen to the words. We gazed for hours at her illustrations. My children learned animal names from her books. Sometimes, my son would even make me flip back to the previous page to look and linger some more. Her attention to detail is…

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July 15, 2013
Happy to sit in my lap. The chickens make me laugh, especially Oyster Cracker these days. Early in the mornings, I see her peeking out the coop window, looking for me.  As the others are busy laying eggs, eating and waking up, there she sits perched in the coop calling out to me with her…

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October 14, 2012
My parents got divorced when I was sixteen years old.  My mother moved us across the country from the east coast to the west coast.  I had little time to prepare.  I was given 3 days notice to pack the things nearest and dearest to my heart into two 3 feet cubed boxes.  We were…

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August 16, 2012
Chicken Abbey Road It is always such a wonderful feeling to return home after some time away.  I am always eager to check on the girls and see how they adapted to life without us.  We are fortunate to have some of the best chicken sitters around, but somehow, I can’t help but think they…

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Sharing an inspired life from the New England seaside. Chickens, Bees, Gardens, Art and Yummy Goodness.