Thursday, April 10, 2014

R.I.P. Ned

I did it. I butchered one of the roosters.

 I picked him as first because he's the most dangerous. He's attacked my 9-year old daughter on numerous occasions. So many that we've armed her with a tennis racket when she goes outside alone so she can fend him off. He's also attacked other people's children and that's really not cool. 
As he was a 14-month old rooster, he was thick skinned and rather tough. 

I turned him into rooster and rice soup and pressure-canned it. 

At least that's tasty!

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Goat Babies!

Mr. Freckles and Franny are proud to announce the birth of twin girls! 


And Fickle:

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Yay for garden space

Landscaper showed up today. 
Front is almost cleared out - three big bushes are gone. Next up in this area will be an herb garden.