Answer to my breeds of chickens:
I have 12 chickens, [asterisks are pets] (1) RIR*, (2* & 3) EE, (4) Naked Neck*, (5) Minorca, (6 &7) Plymouth Barred Rock (culled Good Shepherd $ hatchery), (8) White Leg Horn, (9) Buff Orpington, (10) Partridge Barred Rock, (11) Production Red, (12) Sliver Lace Wyandotte.
{oops forgot about embedded codes.... Had google map photo of my back yard. Still have problems remembering that there are a lot of creeps}
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When I move I hope to have a small breeding population of the Good Shepherds line of Barred Rocks. That would mean I would have to stop in Tucson and pick up as many straight run chicks as I can. She sells them for $9.00 each. And I wish to cross some with Meaties for my table.
A healthier big chicken. With free ranging, more afordable. But will not know until I make the move and dust settles. An extra expense is a reasonably secured area. A high enough chain link fence with electric wire, large enough that I can have a balance of not having all my grass eaten. And an acceptable free range area.
At this time I do not have the energy, but, that's never stopped me.
My long-term goal is to supply my own chicken, eggs and vegiables. If I end up not alone, (he well be of same mind or it's just not going to happen) I want to supply 75% to 85% of our own neat and vegetables. That would in-clued a pig a couple times of year, maybe a couple of goat, all raised for the table. I am not committed to dairy goats, it would be up to my partner.
Reality is I am alone, so I plan for the known, and live as such.
This is a google picture of my place a year ago.
I have bright street lights at the nursing home, a feature lost on me. My New York City nephew says "it gets plenty dark". I highly security minded city dwelling sister says, you need more light and I am lucky to have it free. I have lived and worked on boats, been to mountains tops, seen the Milky Way against the bark blue velvet of the Sky. Marveled at the diamonds and glitter strewn my an Artiest hand. Gasped with aw at the greatest to the smallest shooting stares....... I say, you are missing JOY.
I am starting to get ready now for the move. Fear of the unknown, is real. But is not enough. The adventure of the unknown, for me out ways the fear. I know I will be going to a better place, advantage of greater odds meeting good people and making friends. People that will accept this strange person that has had WAY to much time on her hands and is attracted to oddities. (Example 'Gold Standard of Peeing", dogs will Aline themselves to North and South when pooping, the finding of the "OPPS" center of the Brian, and how can we forget the earth shaking discovery of a new life form that lives on the lips of Lobsters. And wares Saree's and will try to eat any new to her foods (even if it really scares me, I will try anyway). An looks at 67 as not being to old to live and enjoy life, If I am going to live longer then my mom........ That is 30 years................ 3-0 years. She didn't need help until 4 years ago...... I do not know... I might be 100 yrs old before I need help.
PS: pics of my girls in profile, and YouTub "I'm using B.Dudley as a name.
