|My pony Sundance and I, back in|
another lifetime, on my dream farm.
At one point I kept as many as one hundred chickens (12-20 hens and 80 meat chickens), but then children grew up, life moved on, hairstyles and lifestyles changed, until here I am in Oxford, a country-girl-at-heart living in the heart of a city. I've missed keeping chickens and always knew that if the opportunity ever arose again, I'd be back in the chicken business in a heartbeat.
|When the sun was high and warm this summer, |
the girls enjoyed sitting under their lavender topiary.
|It was an exciting day when I went out and|
found the first two eggs. I felt like the
girls and I had worked so hard to produce
the first eggs that I didn't even want to eat them.
We went through the normal problems in the early days of egg laying--soft shells, wonky shells, days with no eggs and then days with huge, double yolked eggs. It takes awhile for a chicken's hormones to stabilize when they begin laying, but now the girls have settled into a routine of laying a beautiful egg each, every morning--although sometimes we're still blessed with an XXXL egg with a double yolk--ouch!!
of one's soul remains unawakened."
|Our evening communion in the autumn garden.|