Last night Stewart finished up the meat bird coop so the last chore I remember before sunset is hauling buckets of chirping chicks to their new home. Annabelle scoffed at the idea when I presented it to her but when Daddy walked up moments later with a bucket, it became at once brilliant and hilarious….
I have read many of the horror stories – and many of the success stories – from homesteaders raising the infamous Cornish Cross breed of meat chicken. So as we discussed the possibility of this being the year we would try growing a flock of meat birds, we weren’t really sure which breed we might…
Apparently the time changed on us a couple of weeks ago. But do you know who doesn’t get the memo on such events? Livestock. Not a single rooster has heeded the new schedule, not a single goat, and certainly not Miss Mabel. I’m not even that sure that we, as a family, have fully embraced…
Do you guys remember the day we accidentally started raising hogs? Well, in the end I’m not sure if I gave you the update about how we did end up eating two of them but all of them escaped from the fence at one time or another and that is how they met their demise….
