I've heard that a lot.."Seems like a lot of work..." I always reply that it depends on your definition of work. Work is something that most folks do not like and it has earned a negative connotation of drudgery, something to be endured because one has to for the money to live, etc. I guess the day this all becomes a big ol' chore that I'd rather not do and would pay money to avoid, then it becomes "work".Okay, So that's what DH stands for. Ha,ha,ha. Your life sounds pretty idealic, as long as OB is compatable, life should be sweet but a lot of work it seems. But doncha know that hard work into their nineties and beyond is what keeps those centenarians all over the world still kickin' ? Now ask me if I want to live to be 100? No!!! Not where this world is heading. : (

In the Bible, one of the first gifts God gave man was the gift of work...something to do to occupy their time, their creativity, and to give them a challenge..they were to take care of the garden and all creatures in it. I still see this kind of work more of that kind in nature...a challenge, a good use of time and it involves my creative side as I solve problems that occur when doing manual tasks.
Homesteading is an art and a talent, that when driven by a steady work ethic, can yield much joy and productivity. This seasonal kind of life never grows old to me like a job or employment at a job does and it varies enough to make it interesting, while still holding a predictability in which one can take assurance. We aren't truly homesteading any longer, as those golden days are fully past and belong to my youth, but this tail end memory of it keeps it alive in my mind and heart, so I continue on. I love it and it's when I feel the most alive on this dying world.
Bee, Forgot to ask, what kind are those pretty chicks with your nipple waterer?
Those are heritage stock Delawares from Kathyinmo, here on BYC. The result of years of hard work developing and bringing back an old heritage breed to its former glory. Kathy is a marvel!
Poor poor BUD (sniff sniff). I didn't get my bid in on him in time. I was just sure I could bring him here for a wonderful life of diapers and Cheetos (looong sigh).![]()
RIP BUD, and noooo that's not "Rest In Peas"! ...hehe
And he so LOVED Cheetos! I wish I had known you wanted him, I'd have boxed him up and sent him to you...you could have snuggled on the couch and watched Chicken Run together.

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I just wondered about age/carcass size. Was he pretty much a mutt or a specific breed?
I think he was a cross between BR and possibly NH and was not sure of his age, but he had to have been young because he had not really developed many sex characteristics yet..hadn't tried to crow, Ol' Toby wasn't kicking his butt yet, he wasn't even looking at the young gals with any gleam in his beady little eye, his comb, wattles and saddle feathers were just coming in and his testes were quite tiny still. Of course, male BRs are a little slow in their sexual development anyway, so still hard to determine for this little mutt.
I'll post a pic of his carcass when I get it uploaded from the camera.....