I get it........! and understand !....I'm the same way....As a young girl, we lived down the road from Grandmas...I'd ride my bike there and spend the day, doing all the "farm stuff" that fasinated me to no end....I just knew that some day I'd have chickens like my grandma did...
Fast forward now, some 20 years and she was no longer able to care for all the farm chores, was getting on in years and looking at staying in a nursing home.........so, the big ol farm auction was held....of all the things I got was the red and white bucket with the wire handle...the one I got to carry to gather the eggs...as you would walk, swinging that bucket, it would squeak...back and forth swinging and squeaking, I'd walk barefoot out to the big chicken house...Grandma only had white leghorns...and that bucket was used for thumping a few rooster heads as you'd approach the hen house besides filling up with big white eggs......
Skip on further and it's now 2009, I'm approaching 60 years old, left the city life after the boys were grown and gone and we have bought a little piece of heaven. On 10 acres we have much yet to do...but the first thing we did was build a little chicken palace. I now have 27 chickens...and one roo...........not all white like Grandma's, but a few of every breed I can find...and you know what I do when it's egg time?.....................yep, grab that red and white bucket with the squeaky handle and head for the nesting boxes.......just like I did some 50 years ago.......
I know Grandma is smiling and shaking her head at me every time.
-Eagles View Farm
NE MO.
Fast forward now, some 20 years and she was no longer able to care for all the farm chores, was getting on in years and looking at staying in a nursing home.........so, the big ol farm auction was held....of all the things I got was the red and white bucket with the wire handle...the one I got to carry to gather the eggs...as you would walk, swinging that bucket, it would squeak...back and forth swinging and squeaking, I'd walk barefoot out to the big chicken house...Grandma only had white leghorns...and that bucket was used for thumping a few rooster heads as you'd approach the hen house besides filling up with big white eggs......
Skip on further and it's now 2009, I'm approaching 60 years old, left the city life after the boys were grown and gone and we have bought a little piece of heaven. On 10 acres we have much yet to do...but the first thing we did was build a little chicken palace. I now have 27 chickens...and one roo...........not all white like Grandma's, but a few of every breed I can find...and you know what I do when it's egg time?.....................yep, grab that red and white bucket with the squeaky handle and head for the nesting boxes.......just like I did some 50 years ago.......
I know Grandma is smiling and shaking her head at me every time.
-Eagles View Farm
NE MO.
I was the one who packed her belongings at the nursing home after she passed. She had this purse.. ollllllllllllldddddddddddd..seriously she never tossed anything until it was absolutley no good. I kept it to remind me frugality is good. A book from the 1950's on staying healthy, and a postcard in a frame. They are small treasures that remind me how awesome she was and how she had a great fun life without STUFF. I have her old hardside travel makeup case, kept it because everytime I open I can smell how she smelled. I just hope oneday I'm as cool a grandmother as she was. I'm so happy for you that these nest boxes came to you! Its simply awesome
