Late last week, I realized my 90 some Speckled Sussex chicks are getting on. They’ll be fourteen weeks old in a few days. Theoretically, that means two things. 1) Between 40 and 50 cockerels will be up for slaughter in … Continue reading
5:00am Alarm goes off. 5:05am Alarm goes off again. 5:10am And again. 5:15am And again. Roll out of bed and stumble into my work clothes. 5:20am Wake the youngest son, pour myself the morning constitutional and sit on the porch … Continue reading
Regicide. Now there’s a word you don’t hear everyday. Yet it’s the only word for a queen killer. And that’s what I am. After weeks of much calling, emailing and scheduling snafus, yesterday I chanced upon a beek with queens … Continue reading
That one word rather sums it up. Hard to get much done when you’re panting in the shade trying to not die of heat stroke. Me, the dog and the ducks. We haven’t been working much between 11 am and … Continue reading