Category / Tilly

January 11, 2012
Tilly has been our head hen for as long as we have had chickens.  She is a wonderful leader.  She is thoughtful, compassionate for the little ones and fair.  When the girls free-range, she is careful never to wander too far from home.  In the evenings, she remains outside until everyone is in the coop. …

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December 15, 2011
My children love to draw.  Sometimes, they like to sit back and watch my husband draw things for them.  Many times these involve drawing aliens and animals.  I can remember one day, my kids asked him to draw lots of animals.  When he completed drawing everything that came to their minds, the kids asked him …

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November 9, 2011
Yesterday, I had the pleasure of meeting Joel from the Woods Hole NPR station.  I had received an email that she had discovered the blog and was interested in doing a radio piece on the girls of Tilly’s Nest.  She came across us while researching farming on Cape Cod.  We reviewed our schedules, arranged a …

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September 26, 2011
Yesterday, I went out to the coop.  I could not wait to say hello to the girls.  I missed them so.  It was funny.  At first, I do not think that they recognized me.  I opened up the coop door and tossed scratch onto the run floor.  No one seemed to care that I was …

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August 12, 2011
The chickens have been partaking in digging one large deep hole daily.  The holes are created by the larger girls.  Dirt flies everywhere. It is amazing to watch.   High and low, you do not want to be behind one of these chickens on their archaeological excavation.  Why are they creating these large holes?   …

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August 10, 2011
Silly Tilly drags a branch across the yard You can quote me as I speak Chickens smile despite their beaks Look how she walks and talks and stares See how she jumps and shows she cares Listen to her serenade Think of how they’ve danced and played Their little toes don’t skip a beat Happiness …

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August 2, 2011
Last night at dusk, as I went outside to lock up the girls.  They were all inside.  However, a bright little egg was rolled underneath the outside roost.  Someone had laid an egg in the run.  This was not the first time.  I am not sure who.  Here is the evidence.     Feathers is …

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