So many of you have asked for chicken updates that I thought I’d share a few pictures to contribute to your Sunday morning (if you don’t like chickens, read no further & my apologies). The big news around here is that our youngest hen, Cleo, has just started laying eggs! Here she is in one of the cozy new nesting boxes.
Although I eagerly anticipate your scholarly breakdowns of the legal issues ahead each week, I must admit that your chicken dialogs have become the most welcome and uplifting gifts imaginable. I never could have imagined the welcome respite from the worry and torment we face from determined forces trying to destroy our democracy, that your sugar coated chick licks soothe and calm the soul. Thank you so much for all that you are and the gifts that you bestow upon us all Joyce. You should be wearing one of those Avenger super hero suits so everyone will recognize you. Thus, Spake.
Thank you Joyce. They are so sweet. I love chickens. I inherited some chickens when I rented a house in the country while going to college. Three hens that were older but still laying an egg or two a week. My daughter and I got really attached to them and ended up keeping them until they died from old age. My landlords wanted to butcher them when they stopped laying eggs. I told them they had become part of my family and that I would pay them for the girls. I guess they saw how much my daughter and I loved them and changed their mind and refused my money, and they lived happily ever after with my daughter and I.
This is a beautiful update. I enjoyed the information on Cleo. For some reason, I thought she might be feisty! They are all gorgeous, and the new coop is fantastic. I like the space ship looking feeder as well. Enjoy the remainder of the weekend.
I love your Chicken and egg stories. We once had chickens in a suburban yard and our Golden Retriever liked to help rescue the chickens if they escaped. The first time she chased them, I screamed at her to stop, but since that was her job, to retrieve, she captured the hen and returned her to the chicken yard, dropping her from her gentle, soft mouth. She knew her job and couldn’t be distracted. If only our elected leaders to the right would remember their responsibilities and get to work. Do their job.
Always include me in on the chicken, eggs, etc news. Or any animal news come to think of it. It’s a pleasant distraction from politics (justice though is always enjoyable distraction).
To you Joyce and your beautiful chickens!
Woman Feeding Chickens
BY ROY SCHEELE
Her hand is at the feedbag at her waist,
sunk to the wrist in the rustling grain
that nuzzles her fingertips when laced
around a sifting handful. It’s like rain,
like cupping water in your hand, she thinks,
the cracks between the fingers like a sieve,
except that less escapes you through the chinks
when handling grain. She likes to feel it give
beneath her hand’s slow plummet, and the smell,
so rich a fragrance she has never quite
got used to it, under the seeming spell
of the charm of the commonplace. The white
hens bunch and strut, heads cocked, with tilted eyes,
till her hand sweeps out and the small grain flies.
***
Although I eagerly anticipate your scholarly breakdowns of the legal issues ahead each week, I must admit that your chicken dialogs have become the most welcome and uplifting gifts imaginable. I never could have imagined the welcome respite from the worry and torment we face from determined forces trying to destroy our democracy, that your sugar coated chick licks soothe and calm the soul. Thank you so much for all that you are and the gifts that you bestow upon us all Joyce. You should be wearing one of those Avenger super hero suits so everyone will recognize you. Thus, Spake.
I have a suspicion, Joyce, that your husband knows getting between you and the chickens would be a terrible position to try and defend. :-)
You just made my night. Now I can sleep in peace.
Joyce, love the chicken updates! All of it!
I would be delighted to be reincarnated as one of your chickens
Thank you Joyce. They are so sweet. I love chickens. I inherited some chickens when I rented a house in the country while going to college. Three hens that were older but still laying an egg or two a week. My daughter and I got really attached to them and ended up keeping them until they died from old age. My landlords wanted to butcher them when they stopped laying eggs. I told them they had become part of my family and that I would pay them for the girls. I guess they saw how much my daughter and I loved them and changed their mind and refused my money, and they lived happily ever after with my daughter and I.
Love happy news at the end of the day. Best post I’ve seen today. Thank you
Just love Pickles! As a boy, it was my job to feed the chickens on my grandmother’s farm. I’ ve only grown more attached to the species with age.
This is a beautiful update. I enjoyed the information on Cleo. For some reason, I thought she might be feisty! They are all gorgeous, and the new coop is fantastic. I like the space ship looking feeder as well. Enjoy the remainder of the weekend.
Love the chick pics with a special nod to the spaceship feeder. Thank you🙏🏼😎💜
Thanks so much for your update. Chickens are wonderful!
I love your Chicken and egg stories. We once had chickens in a suburban yard and our Golden Retriever liked to help rescue the chickens if they escaped. The first time she chased them, I screamed at her to stop, but since that was her job, to retrieve, she captured the hen and returned her to the chicken yard, dropping her from her gentle, soft mouth. She knew her job and couldn’t be distracted. If only our elected leaders to the right would remember their responsibilities and get to work. Do their job.
Always include me in on the chicken, eggs, etc news. Or any animal news come to think of it. It’s a pleasant distraction from politics (justice though is always enjoyable distraction).
Hilarious! - "Please don't tell my husband" - "We are in this together"
Does your husband subscribe to your newsletter?