Have you ever lost your keys? It happens to the best of us. You check your purse, pockets, counters…and as a last resort, the freezer. Oh, what do you know? There they are, sitting on top of the ice tray. You laugh, move on, unlock your car and think, “What a silly...
There is never a dull moment with the “chickie laids,” as my sister so lovingly refers to my flock. I honestly never saw myself owning birds. I don’t even remember meeting chickens until the end of high school. I thought, they were loud, messy, and impossibly smelly....
I have always loved building things. I grew up helping my dad around the house, then with church volunteer projects, and now I flip furniture in my spare time. In high school I started thinking it would be really fun to buy a vintage Airstream trailer, gut it,...
My memories of raising chickens are happy ones. My parents would bring us three siblings to the feed store, where they would sell chicks each spring in a long row of boxes, one for each breed. They stuck a picture of each full grown chicken on the box so we could see...
The great thing about raising chickens was the satisfaction of routine and consistency, and the ultimate payout of fresh eggs. It was the same familiar, exciting process every year: Each spring we would return to the feed store and pick out another chick. One year,...
We had a chicken funeral once, which was most memorable because my little brother almost burned out my eye with a stick of incense. Our dad was trying to teach us a Chinese tradition that he had learned as a kid: At a funeral you light incense, hold it between...
