...at least that's what my Charming Chet's teacher told me after he received a trip to the principal's office, detention, a writing assignment on the dangers of roughhousing and a three day ban from playing football on the playground. All of this for accidentally running into another boy during a game of Monkey in the Middle. To be fair, the other boy was standing still.
There's an old saying that goes, "Idle hands are the devil's playground." Or workshop or something like that. The point is that if one is not busy, one will get into trouble. Perhaps it is this way of thinking that has spawned the kids' craft industry and the untold number of websites and Pinterest pages devoted to making things with popsicle sticks, paper plates, and toilet paper rolls.
I do not like to kill things. I am even squeamish about stepping on bugs. So, I'm not sure why I did not hesitate a few weeks ago when Jill suggested we invest in some meat chickens. Why not? Sure, neither of knows a thing about slaughtering chickens, but that's how you learn. And besides, Jill watched a YouTube video.
The last time we went to the feed store, The Littles decided they wanted some baby chicks to add to the flock. "Fine," I agreed. "But no need to buy them. We have a henhouse full of chickens and a fine, handsome rooster. Let's just hatch some of our own eggs."
So last Sunday, when we went down to the henhouse to gather the eggs, we let two nest boxes set.
When Jill and I began to work together on our Charming Farming project, "That's how you learn!" quickly became our motto. Being new to, well everything, we had (have) a lot to learn. It is not in my nature to jump into things feet first. I tend to hang back, wait for a safe opening, and then dive in enthusiastically. Jill, on the other hand, is definitely a feet-first kind of girl.
For weeks now I have promised LC I would write for our blog! Computer issues and the busyness of life have kept me from following through. Not procrastination, I assure you.
Anyway, back to chickens. First of all, I feel it is important to tell you, I grew up on a farm. A cow-calf operation in the beautiful hills of North Georgia.
Those of you who read my post, Bee Not Afraid, know that in fact I am - afraid of my bees, that is. Fortunately Big Hal isn't and has been dutifully feeding them all winter. Apparently, he has done a great job.
On the first warm day of spring I spied bees buzzing here and there about the farm, and took that as a good sign that our bees had survived the winter.
Check out Charming Farming’s article. This is a great resource for information on different types of goats….
Hi Friends! I’m excited to announce that my good friend Jill and I have started a new blog called Charming Farming. Our purpose is to promote a community of women who are engaged in agriculture. It doesn’t matter if you farm for a living or if you just have a little garden patch or a few backyard chickens. We want to exchange stories, ideas, photos and questions. So please join us, and invite your charming and farming friends to join us too.
For now, I will reblog Charming Farming posts here, but in time, I will shift everything over to Charming Farming See you there!