Spring is a time…

…for chickens with injured feet.  Not having been around chickens in the spring before, I find myself somewhat dismayed at their trouble with keeping their feet free from ouches.  Now, given that they wander roughly five of our acres willy nilly (and, due to the terrible influence of Snap, Crackle, and Pop…sometimes down the road…

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Knee deep in mud…

…apparently, it is spring in this area of the USA.  My muddy boots (gray with little yellow daisies) are a sure sign that the time for gardening and growing things has arrived.  This is not to say that there wasn’t mud and muck all winter long as well, it is just that I had the…

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When weeds attack…

…it is good to wear long pants.  In general, weeding when pokey things are involved is best done with pants which are long.  When weeding a hillside with a grub hoe, it is best to remember that facing downhill for a massive swing of the hoe could land one face down in the semi-weeded mud.…

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I’m being followed…

…it was a creepy sort of feeling.  The sort of feeling one usually only gets when facing down a giant clown (if one is afraid of clowns).  There were no clowns in this scenario though, except me.  (I actually took a clowning class in college.  I have a red nose.) I mentioned being followed and…

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