…had a farm ee i ee i oh!!!!!

If you had asked me then years ago it I thought I would be blogging about building a house, canning, chickens, and chicken poop I would have called you a fool. But here I am.

I stopped and got two new chickens on the way to Possum Manor West on Friday. I completely stole the idea from Maria up the hill. She posted a picture of her new Silkie chicken, and I fell in love. They are fuzzie chickens that seem much more docile than others. They are soooo cute. We do not have a name for the two yet (I name all the breed the same; makes it so much easier. They really stayed away from the others at first, and they did not even sleep in the chicken house the first night. All is well now. They get chased every once in a while, but I don’t think they are in danger. I am glad I got two of them; because they pal around and snuggle together when they sleep. They are sweet things and actually let you pet them. Thanks Maria!

This is one of the Billie Jeans. They are getting huge! The Rebas are even getting bigger than these. Their feet are unbelievably big. I did not get a photo.

This is part of the chicken house. We decided on a ladder type roost, as it is very difficult to attach things to the cinder block walls. If this proves to be too small, I will make a second one. Actually, I think it might be a good idea to plan on making a second one. They have used it already. How do I know? Poop. That is how I know.

This was a shelving unit that Ann’s dad made. They liked to sit in it anyway, so I put some of the nesting boxes in it. I just had to remove every other shelf. Not an easy task since those bolts had been in there about forty years!

It seems my nesting boxes are a bit premature. They took all the straw from these during the night. I will wait a few months, until they are actually nesting, to fill them again.

These use to be forty dollar Crocs, but Brando still chews shoes. They are now what we use to go into the chicken coop. They are fondly referred to as the poop shoes.