Tomorrow my oldest turns 6. Tell Gina I still remember how she feels! Best of luck to both parents, hope all goes well.Any day now! Gina is ready to pop. The 28th is the "due date" but I don't know if she'll wait that long.Her blood pressure is up a little but she is otherwise doing great.
Went out to the coop to straighten it up. Company coming for dinner. Noticed Ginger in the nest box with Daphne and Poppy hovering. Everyone was uncommonly quiet. Then suddenly...... the "Egg Song"I have never heard one before but knew it and what it meant. Ran to the house to get DH. She was still singing by the time we got back!! I opened the nest box lid. Jaw dropped. Low and behold! My very 1st egg ever!!!!Absolutely eggciting!!!It was still warm................
Ginger is a Buff Orpington and still small. I just can't believe that she was the 1st to lay.
We had so many kids on our block & we all stayed together all the time. We would go to Plum Beach just a little past Sheepshead bay digging for pisser clams & cook them right at the beach when we got hungry. This would be at 10 years old. Geez, the things we used to do, some really crazy stuff but we all stuck together & still keep in touch. That was really the good part of growing up in Brooklyn, we all stuck together. I still don't like shopping for clothes. Give me a T shirt & I'm happy. I have three pairs of shoes. Don't need more. I hated leaving our little old house that we worked so hard on in Baldwin. The little hide away that our boys called the Peach Pit that we built for them when we converted the attic into a third bed room. I drive past our old house some times. The cabin that we built for the boys where they wrote "No GIRLS ALOUD" is gone but the new people keep the yard really nice. Some people think a pool is too much work or they will have very small kids & think a pool is too dangerous. I would think of it that way & make your new yard just as special. I know I spelled ALOUD wrong. That's how they wrote it at age 6 on the cabin doorWhat a wonderful story. I love it. I was more into being a hunter-gatherer at that age, collecting bugs, leaves, stones, etc. I was obsessed with Little House on the Prairie and wanted a team of horses and a wagon. I don't think it occurred to me that chickens were even a possibility. I was walking around my backyard this morning, moping a bit and feeling rather sorry for myself that I would have to leave my garden, and my hens. What bugged me more than the idea of having to start over was the thought that the chances of anyone wanting to continue what I've been doing are next to zero. The real estate agent has our yard described as "room for a pool" not "well cultivated garden with native plants". It just brought back all those feelings of being so "weird" compared to the other girls. I was never interested in clothes or soap operas, just being outside and taming wild creatures. Even now I can't stand the idea of going shopping for shoes, I have to force myself to go. I just hate the thought of someone coming through my house and yard and judging me. At least I don't have to hear it though. So glad I found chickens and chicken peeps, you all are my tribe.
Our oldest turned 29 last week. I remember that day as if it were yesterday. The nurses told my husband that if he is born at midnight (St. Pats day) hospital policy is that you have to name him Patrick! My husband had a fit saying we already had the name Anthony picked out & kept telling me I better have that kid before midnight. He was born 11 mins. before midnight & he was so relieved. I just shook my head not believing how naïve he was. That's one story we repeat every year on his birthday along with all the food that was served at the hospital on st. pats day was green. Even green oatmeal! Getting way off any chicken stories here, sorryTomorrow my oldest turns 6. Tell Gina I still remember how she feels! Best of luck to both parents, hope all goes well.
Oh happy happy joy joy!!! There is no thrill like the first egg - except maybe the second egg - or the third one - or that one you were hoping would come because one of your hens was looking sick - or the first egg after they all decided to molt at the same time - - -
Went out to the coop to straighten it up. Company coming for dinner. Noticed Ginger in the nest box with Daphne and Poppy hovering. Everyone was uncommonly quiet. Then suddenly...... the "Egg Song"I have never heard one before but knew it and what it meant. Ran to the house to get DH. She was still singing by the time we got back!! I opened the nest box lid. Jaw dropped. Low and behold! My very 1st egg ever!!!!Absolutely eggciting!!!It was still warm................
Ginger is a Buff Orpington and still small. I just can't believe that she was the 1st to lay.
Ahhhh.....heather sweetie....we are your peoples.:<) Did you say shoes? LOL.....I live in flips year round. I'm sure all my neighbors think I'm nuts.What a wonderful story. I love it. I was more into being a hunter-gatherer at that age, collecting bugs, leaves, stones, etc. I was obsessed with Little House on the Prairie and wanted a team of horses and a wagon. I don't think it occurred to me that chickens were even a possibility. I was walking around my backyard this morning, moping a bit and feeling rather sorry for myself that I would have to leave my garden, and my hens. What bugged me more than the idea of having to start over was the thought that the chances of anyone wanting to continue what I've been doing are next to zero. The real estate agent has our yard described as "room for a pool" not "well cultivated garden with native plants". It just brought back all those feelings of being so "weird" compared to the other girls. I was never interested in clothes or soap operas, just being outside and taming wild creatures. Even now I can't stand the idea of going shopping for shoes, I have to force myself to go. I just hate the thought of someone coming through my house and yard and judging me. At least I don't have to hear it though. So glad I found chickens and chicken peeps, you all are my tribe.
