Yesterday I got some new land mates. A call, a whirlwind of activity and here they are, the first two chickens of the new regime, deemed Culebra Rhode Island Reds - we'll see. Miss Prissy and Dark Tail (no, I didn't name them and no, they don't seem to know why I call them that) have come to live in the coop. Because I wasn't quite ready for them, they are in the side 'holding/baby pen'. Now, the coop is ready but I don't quite have the arm reach to get them out of here and figured they were better off just getting used to the idea of being here anyway. Soon enough.
Hopefully, more chicks will be arriving this week from the big island (I'm an inter-island chicken accepting kinda person). Let the egg farming begin! Not immediately, they aren't quite that old yet, but trust me, the first egg will be displayed as proudly as a Faberge. And then eaten or sold. Because that's just how we farmers are, tough and ready to sell the potential children of their working herds. Or flocks. I can see I'll need to be working on the farmer talk and walk here. Tough. Repeat. Tough.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~These photos have been hanging around my desktop for way too long. They are ones I've run across, liked very much, and now cannot remember their provenance. Which means I probably shouldn't post them, but I'm going to do so anyway. Bad me.
This is a French caravan that I'm totally in love with;
the style, the materials used, the airy compactness of the set up.
What's not to like?
This is a fire lookout station. It would be an awesome outdoor kitchen/dining/relaxing area.
In my yard.
|No, wait, I like this one even better! Look at those wonderful shutters and windows. I'm drooling here. And yes, I want it in my yard.|