In the Buff–Orpingtons, that is
Posted May 28th, 2010 by Categories: Animal drama, Stuff to do when you're over 40
Ken’s from the city. He thought when I said I wanted fertilizer for the flower gardens that I meant for him to buy a bag of the stuff at the local garden center. Silly Ken.
In the world of chickens, the Buff Orpington variety are big, fat hens that are hardy and lay brown eggs. They are the Rolls Royce of chickens–in my humble opinion. There are other breeds which are equally enchanting, but my personal pick are the Buffs. They are docile and fun to watch. We got them at the end of February and they promptly became dining room fixtures.
Ken would come down from work for lunch and I would find him gazing into the make-shift water trough we were using to house the newly hatched chicks. Soon, they exceeded my relaxed approach to housekeeping (with feathers and dust flying everywhere) and they had to be booted into the outdoor shed. The cold nights made us nervous a couple of times, but the chicks did fine and continued to grow under the watchful eye of the dingo pup. Read the rest of this post »


I was busy trying to finish a building project that had consumed the garage bay, forcing me to leave my car outside, which, considering the condition of the fences, had the ever-present risk that I would find a goat on top of it. This is always a decidedly unhappy discovery.
Wow, wow, and wow! For the last 90 days, I have had two gallon jars of cheap vodka (the cheapest I could find) fermenting with fruit that was falling from the trees. I have endured ridicule, taunting, threats of jail time if I poisoned anyone, and skepticism that the new “hobby” would be a disaster. Now, the verdict is in. I have had a chance to taste the wicked brew and, oh boy, was I surprised! Look who’s laughing now!