Is today your surgery Suzanne? Best wishes for a speedy recovery. My husband was moving our very heavy coffee table last night and he felt something tear. UH OH!
So funny that you know Frank, he's my twin bro, he's great but sometimes a little crazy! Guess you heard what he went through with his wife, such a sad story. He's dating a really nice woman now from NJ and I really hope it works out for him.
I too share everyone's dream of a small farm. I would LOOOVE dairy cows as my kids currently go though at least a gallon of milk a day. It's all my son drinks (he is the pickiest eater you ever want to meet).
I was reading the story about Islip, and it made me think of my hens. My chickens sometimes get out, try as I might to keep them in. Last year, we went away and my little chicks escaped through the chain link fence. Luckily, my nice neighbors got them all back in. I'm happy no one has complained to the town as I am over the allotted 8 hens here. Our chicken coop can actually house many more hens than that and was built for keeping as many as they could cram in it during the great depression. I'd like to go back in time sometimes to when people were forced to raise their own food much more than we do today.
Being over the limit is the reason I wanted to keep all Buff Orpingtons so people would have trouble counting. So long as they were never in the same place at one time. Plus, the Buffs are so personable. I called one of them over from the other side of the yard the other day after they had settled down from having a good treat. Anyway, Big Red picked her head up from her rest when I said her name and promptly walked over and waited to be picked up for a snuggle. So cute! Aren't they?
So funny that you know Frank, he's my twin bro, he's great but sometimes a little crazy! Guess you heard what he went through with his wife, such a sad story. He's dating a really nice woman now from NJ and I really hope it works out for him.
I too share everyone's dream of a small farm. I would LOOOVE dairy cows as my kids currently go though at least a gallon of milk a day. It's all my son drinks (he is the pickiest eater you ever want to meet).
I was reading the story about Islip, and it made me think of my hens. My chickens sometimes get out, try as I might to keep them in. Last year, we went away and my little chicks escaped through the chain link fence. Luckily, my nice neighbors got them all back in. I'm happy no one has complained to the town as I am over the allotted 8 hens here. Our chicken coop can actually house many more hens than that and was built for keeping as many as they could cram in it during the great depression. I'd like to go back in time sometimes to when people were forced to raise their own food much more than we do today.
Being over the limit is the reason I wanted to keep all Buff Orpingtons so people would have trouble counting. So long as they were never in the same place at one time. Plus, the Buffs are so personable. I called one of them over from the other side of the yard the other day after they had settled down from having a good treat. Anyway, Big Red picked her head up from her rest when I said her name and promptly walked over and waited to be picked up for a snuggle. So cute! Aren't they?