Paula
That story can be found here.
Sometimes I drive too fast and drink way too much sweet tea....But I'm still in awe of every sunrise and feel small when I see the sunset and I've never gotten over the thrill of a new farm baby being born.
Or hatched.
One day I fell head-over-heels in love with...
The Hubby
He's pretty handy to have around.
And kinda cute.
I think I'll keep him.
Lily
This was the picture that stole my heart... I just couldn't forget that face, so she came to live with us Christmas Eve 2010. And has epic eye boogers.
*Sigh*
I love her so...
Daisy and Edie
Daisy was our very first sheep... a bottle lamb whose mother had rejected her.
To say she's spoiled is an understatement.
Edie loves being Daisy's shadow- much to Daisy's chagrin.
No sweeter creature did God ever make....
Want to know more about their story?
Click here.
Sarge and Big Bird
Sarge and Big Bird are the lone survivors of our very first batch of hatchery birds
from way back in 2005.
Sarge is named so because of her prominent comb and her take-charge manner; Big Bird is named that because... well.. she's a big bird. (At some point you run out of creative names...)
Old hens might quit laying eggs but they develop an air of superiority about them, like they've been around the block and seen it all. I can't help but think these two really have seen it all.
(Footnote: R.I.P. Sarge, 8/2/11)
The Woolie Gang
We refer to our other sheep as the Woolie Gang-
A flock of spoiled but very sweet Suffolk sheep consisting of 5 ewes- Baby, Molly, Dolly, Sweetie, and Lacy; and 2 wethers (castrated males)- Tiny and Meatball, who were supposed to be sent to the um... "processing place" but were saved by a tender-hearted doofus. (Me.)
Oh, and be careful using the word "treat" around here- a stampede is sure to follow.
The Silkies
*Tiny squeeal*
See? You want one too, don't you?
The "Girls"
The flock of large breed hens on the farm are what I call my "funny little egg factories on two feet."(Say that really fast a few times... no, don't.)
When they're not establishing little pecking orders and fussing over their favorite nest box,
they are busy making my breakfast.
(They don't cook the eggs, just lay them.)
In return, I reward them by giving them leftovers from the fridge and letting them free range for bugs, which is a whole lot more entertaining than cable TV.
In memory of our Dearly Departed Friends
We will never forget you.....
Belle 2007-2010
My beautiful "Belle of the Ball"
Whitey and Ruthie 2004(?)-2011
The senior citizens of the farm.... and always side-by-side.
Even though they lived to a ripe old age for chickens,
I was so sad when a fox got them both on the same night...
I was so sad when a fox got them both on the same night...
In death just like in life, they went together.
Our fierce and loyal watchdog- you were the best boy ever.
I hope you're getting lots of macaroni and cheese across the Rainbow Bridge....


