Designing and Building my own Chicken Coop

Why should you raise chickens?

Once upon a time, humans thought it a jolly good idea to chase all manners of herbivores all over the face of the earth as they migrated this way and that. They didn’t do it because they were bored or thought that gazelle had nice butts, although they did. They did this because of the reoccurring gurgling sound and all around hollow feeling you get when you’re hungry.

Then one day, someone got a bright idea. “What if we simply catch some of these animals and trap them in a largish boxish thing so they can’t run away. Let’s call it a… paddock, yes a paddock! Then, when our bellies make the awful gurgling hollow sound and our heads go all dizzy, we can milk or eat one of them!” Lets call our hero Ugh. When Ugh suggested this with his series of guttural grunts and clicks, all the others in his nomadic tribe were dumbfounded. They feared him a demon of some sorts and instantly beat him to death with a large rock. So it goes for Ugh.

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Hamilton the Pig's Big Adventure

My struggle

So I’ve been writing a bit less than I wish I could these last few weeks. It’s not that I’ve been out gallivanting around town and hobnobbing with fancy folk in fancy places. It isn’t because I’ve been on vacation in Hawaii or catching up on much needed sleep. No, it’s for a much less romantic reason. My new temporary ward at the Gielow estates, Hamilton the potbelly pig, has been wreaking so much havoc throughout my little urban oasis. Continue reading “Hamilton the Pig's Big Adventure”

Danger from Above!

Uh oh campers. I just was out in the chicken paddock feeding Hamilton the pig and the rest of the flock. I was hand feeding Mia, the Easter Egger chicken, when she jumped, squawked and bolted in a frenzy. The other girls were right behind her and in an instant they were taking shelter in my Satsuma orange tree. All of them except for Piper, the partridge silkie. Being intellectually challenged and partially blinded by the giant poof ball of a head, she continued munching on her dinner like nothing was amiss. Continue reading “Danger from Above!”