Chickens like to scratch in the dirt. A lot. Actually, that’s an understatement. Chickens like to scratch and dig like some sports “fans” like to wreak havoc on social media. They also like to break out of coops like Steve McQueen. But do they like the heat of summer?
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Backyard Eggs – The New Bitcoin
So. The tape. Oh, that tape. Well, it speaks for itself, and hopefully those chickens are coming home to roost in Georgia soon enough … so instead, I’ll stick to why you actually came here – urban chickenology! Chickens make a better topic than Lame Duck L’orange anyway. If you remember our chickens, those threeContinue reading “Backyard Eggs – The New Bitcoin”
Pullets: The Chronicles Of A Chicken Daddy
Remember those fuzzy chicks we acquired, who somehow survived life in a cardboard box on our covered patio and moved into a wooden coop in our backyard? Who then disappeared from my blog, like characters in a pilot written out of the show when it goes to series (‘gone but not forgot-hen’?)? Well, they’re thriving,Continue reading “Pullets: The Chronicles Of A Chicken Daddy”
Tomato Dreams
Small things matter. Like details. Or baby tomatoes. You never truly know what will happen when you take a chance. You might change the world with a blog that will come to be known as “Yoda For Our Modern Age”. Or at the very least, you might be able to grow your own salad. AtContinue reading “Tomato Dreams”
Count Your Chickens Before They Lay … Because It Takes A While
Believe it or not, our chickens are still alive. Hobbes, Wonderwing, and Kylo Hen are now pullets – in other words, hormonal tweens – and have so far avoided raccoon attacks, dying of thirst, spontaneously combusting, or any of the other fates that kept me up at night ever since we set up their cardboardContinue reading “Count Your Chickens Before They Lay … Because It Takes A While”
You’re A Jerk, Chicken
Hobbes, Wonderwing, and Kylo Hen are entering their emo phase. So I’ll definitely be ready to be a parent to a teenager.
