Category Archives: Animals and Nature

Nobody here but us chickens….

It’s been almost nine months since I last posted.  Wow.  It’s been so long that not only are the hens in the last post all grown up, one (the Silver Wyandotte) is no longer with us and one (the Plymouth Barred Rock) is molting.  I went outside one morning in September and knew instantly that something was wrong with one of the dark birds.  Sylvie died sometime in the very early morning, probably from a blocked egg.  What a way to go.  She was perfectly fine the night before, but she’d been passing weird eggs since she started laying.  Anyway, I know she’s “just” a chicken, but I was sad.  I had to make a decision.  If I kept only the two birds and something happened over the winter to one of them… you can’t have just one hen.  So I called the hatchery and ordered another Silver Wyandotte (and you can’t have just one chick) and a Gold Wyandotte.  I went and picked them up the day they were hatched (Sep 29th).  About a month ago I was able to start putting them in with the older girls, but only at night.  As of the last couple of weeks they are finally together full time.  Shelly (the Buff Orpington) is still a little mean to them, but they’re just working out the pecking order.

I haven’t been doing a lot of knitting, but I am weaving again.  I found a Schacht Mighty Wolf for sale in Austin and I’m loving it.  Here is my first project still on the loom:

It’s the pinwheel towel kit from Yarn Barn in Kansas.

The biggest thing that’s happened since the last post is that Jeremy graduated from college!

He’s living the dream this winter as Snow Patrol in Breckenridge.  He gets paid to do what he loves most, snowboard and ski.  Not sure what he’ll be doing once this little break is over, but he deserves it after five long years in the Army and then college.

I’ve been woodworking a lot.  Dan and I built two pergolas last summer.  The city changed the power lines last month and they now go RIGHT over one of our pergolas.  Argh!  Thankfully we have shade cloth over the top of it, but the bird poop is going to have to be cleaned off occasionally now.  Very annoying.

I also built a new coop and run for the girls.  Pictures below.  I wanted something cuter and I wanted something that was easier to move around.  We have a good routine, the girls and I.  In the morning I let them out and they follow me to the run for their morning treat (scratch or spinach leaves or whatever…)  about an hour before sundown I go out and let them run around the yard for a while.  I sweep out the coop and dump the poo into the compost bin (takes all of two minutes).  Just before the sun disappears they all meander to the coop, up the ramp and put themselves to bed.  I pull up the ramp, say goodnight and that’s it until the next morning.  Every couple of days I roll the run to another part of the yard for them to scratch and fertilize.  When I move it I take a couple of minutes to hose down where they were and you’d never know they were there, but we’re going to have some beautiful grass this year.

So, that’s what I’ve been up to….

It’s winter (even here in Central Texas) so the pics aren’t so pretty, but…

I have plastic over the window because I still have to build shutters.  When the girls are in the coop, they try to fly out the window.  Ding bats.  The slanted roof lifts.  The ramp is right under it and so is an nest box they’ll probably never use.  They use the one in the run.  I say they, when I mean Shelly.  Priscilla has been molting for months now and the young ones haven’t started laying yet.

Under the eaves is a three inch gap for ventilation.  Right now they are stuffed with newspaper because it’s getting in the 20s at night.  There’s also two vents on the backside and one on the other side where the double doors are (you’ll see below).  You can’t see it from this angle, but just under the window is a little door that I can open in the summer for more ventilation.  I’ll probably leave the ramp down as well, but it makes me nervous because that fence is up against a large drainage ditch where all kinds of snakes and such live….

Inside the coop.  They all go up the ramp, jump on the roost bar and stay put for the night til I go let them out in the morning.  See the vent over the door?  There are two more on the back.  It’s important, even in cold weather, to provide ventilation:


Looking down through the run from the nest door on the end.  I have a plastic tarp over one side because this was a very cold, windy day.  In nasty weather I leave the run against the coop so they can go up inside the warmer coop if they want to.  Usually though, it’s somewhere else in the yard.  You can just make out the chicks in the very back.  This was when they were still staying clear of big bad Shelly.

The first pergola we built after we had the side deck put in.  Much prettier in nicer weather when the tarps are gone and the cushions are on the furniture….

The second pergola… almost cost us our marriage.  Oy vey… this one was tough for some reason… but we made it through and are still happily married! lol.  Lesson number one.  Don’t build in Central Texas in August.  Period.  Oh yea… I built the table one afternoon too!

Meet the ladies….

So the “girls” have grown a lot.  I just grabbed the purse camera for this shot, so it’s not the greatest.  They look like grown ladies now though.  I have to tell you…. they are so much fun.  It’s very cheap entertainment watching them. 

They definitely have their own personalities.  Priscilla, the Barred Rock, is the nicest of the group and the first to run to me.  I realize she just equates me with food, but since my boys are all at the age now where they think they don’t need me…. I’ll take it.

Shelly, the Buff Orpington, thinks she rules not only the roost, but pretty much the whole backyard.  Sylvie, the Silver Wyandotte, is sort of in the middle, but much more like Shelly.

We should be seeing eggs in about another month to two months.  Can’t wait for that day.  My bet is on Priscilla.  She’s a week older than the other two and she’s just nice like that.  🙂

Meet the girls….

Our three little henlettes (we hope they’re hens anyway…)

Priscilla (2.5 weeks), Shelly (1.5 weeks) and Sylvie (1.5 weeks)

Priscilla is a Plymouth Barred Rock.  She’s named after Priscilla Mullins Alden who came to Plymouth on the Mayflower (my 9th ggrandmother).

Shelly is a Buff Orpington.  Joseph named her.  I have no idea why he picked Shelly.  Maybe it’s a girl in his class that he has a crush on.

Sylvie is a Silver Wyandotte.  I don’t think I need to explain her name.  She’s gonna be a beaut.  Look at that face.  She’s the whole reason I bought when I did.  I was going to hold out for a Rhode Island Red instead of the Buff, but I really wanted a Silver Wyandotte, so….

About a month ago I saw this segment on Central Texas Gardener:

I thought, “hmmmm…” so I started researching. Backyard chickens are taking the nation by storm. How can you lose? Fresh eggs and the best manure your garden can ask for!  In this day of green and sustainable living, cities across the country are changing their laws to allow people to have a few hens in urban neighborhoods.

I looked up the fowl ordinance for Harker Heights.  The rule is you have to be 250 feet from your neighbors house, but you can ask for an exception for 75 feet and over.  So that’s what I did.  We’re lucky in that we’re on a 1/2 acre lot.  I forwarded the link for the video and the ordinances for several surrounding cities (most are 8 hens/ 50ft) to our City Manager, Mayor and City Council Members.  I got permission to have three hens!   

Dan was harder to convince than the city.  lol.  He came around.  He always does.  He had to admit they’re pretty entertaining.  Throw a feather in with them and they’re hilarious. 

Right now they are in the laundry room in a mega huge Rubbermaid bin.  We need to get crackin’ on the hen house and coop.  In about six months we’ll have fresh eggs for breakfast and more manure than my compost pile will hold.

Actual Knitting Content

I’m happy to report that Blue is with his new family in Washington.   He did very well on the flight from Dallas.  They have a couple of acres on a lake and there’s a playful lab on the adjoining land that Blue loves to play with.  I’ve learned that I am not cut out for fostering rescues.  It nearly ripped my heart out to say goodbye to him.  I talked to his new owner a couple of days ago and after only a little over a week they just love him and understand what I meant when I said he was really special.  Sigh.  I love happy endings.

I actually have been knitting a bit.  I’m working slowly, but surely, on the M’gonigle hat for Jeremy.   He’s headed to Colorado for a snowboarding trip in a couple of weeks so I need to get it finished and off in the mail to him.

I’ve also been doing some quilting.   This is a table topper kit I bought from Fat Quarter Shop a while back.  I still have to add the borders and finish it up.

I’ve been gardening.  I still have herbs, broccoli, lettuce, radishes and carrots going if you can believe it.  There’s also garlic and fennel that I hope to harvest in the Spring.

And then there’s the bird watching.  I can’t believe how many different birds visit our backyard.  I have a great book on birds in Texas that I thumb through and then I go to this great website to look up more info.  It seems I’m constantly running to grab the camera.  Partly to catch them on “film” and partly because I can see them better through the lens. lol.  Now that I know about the Cardinals I see them about once a week.  I caught this one on our frosty almost 20 degree Saturday morning:

Hello Mr. Carolina Wren.  These are adorable:

Not so happy to see a juvenile Sharp-shinned Hawk about a week ago.  A little creepy that he’s looking right at me from across the yard.  It was so far that I couldn’t even tell til I looked at the pictures on the computer.  

A few days later I saw this adult Sharp-shinned Hawk after the little birds that hide in the bushes near a feeder.

Am I Blue…. over Blue

Meet Blue.  He’s a very special dog.  A Texas Blue Lacy.  The State dog of Texas!

The breed was actually started by a rancher in the mid 1800s here in Central Texas.   They are incredible working dogs.  They can herd, hunt, bird, hog and be a companion.

Here’s Blue’s story.  I went  to the local Animal Shelter on Sunday to see if I could volunteer to help out.  No can do because of liability they said, but I’m still working on it.  So I asked if I could “just go in and look…”  I knew it was a mistake, but in I went.

I saw this boy and instantly knew he was special.   When I left I called Dan to cry about what I’d seen.  When I was done I told him about this gorgeous dog that they said was a Texas Blue Something.  In a disbelieving voice he said, “Jean.  A TEXAS BLUE LACY?!”  I came home and did some research and actually found a forum talking about this specific dog in the shelter and they were trying to get him out before he was put down.  Of course I offered to help.  First I went to take pictures for them to make sure he was a Lacy (they are a breed specific organization).  While I was there taking pictures a man called saying he was interested so I left him.  After talking to a couple of rescue people I decided to go get him out.  He is a year and three months old and this is his second time in a shelter.  I wanted him to be placed where someone understood the attention and exercise that this breed needs.

Well, here’s the problem.  I’ve had him since about lunch on Monday.  I am completely in love with him.  Do you see that face:

He’s a handful, that’s for sure.  Dan gets home from out of town tomorrow night.  He’s going to fall instantly for this guy.  I’m so torn I’m getting no sleep at night.  I want him to have a forever home where someone really understands the work this breed needs.

I talked to the previous owner last night.  They both work so Blue was in the backyard a lot with their Beagle.  He destroyed their yard and had separation anxiety so they took him to the shelter.

The moral of the story, do research before you adopt or buy a dog.  Really find out about the breed and if it’s right for your family. Blue’s story will end up happy one way or the other, but for so many other dogs it’s a sad ending.

It’s Thankful Thursday and I’m so thankful I got to meet Blue even if he has to move far away.

Who Knew?

As most of you know Joe is my youngest of four boys.  He’s a peanut even though he was ten pounds at birth.  The boy is a handful.  He’s not a bad kid.  He’s ornery and FULL of life.  He has a smile that always keeps him out of trouble and he knows how to use it.  Whenever it’s possible he has a ball in his hand.   Usually a football.  Despite his size, the kid wants to play football in the worst way.   You’ll remember he played for the Junior Black Knights when we were at West Point.  That was it.  He got the taste.  Being in Texas, where football is king, well…. you see what I’m up against.  While Dan’s been away these last five weeks, every single game that Dallas has played, Joe has called his dad at every big play.  

Imagine our surprise when he came home about a month or so ago and announced he wanted to join the Chess Club.  Hmm. We thought it wouldn’t last.  I thought he’d get bored.  Well, yesterday we had our first Chess Tournament.  After four Chess Club meetings, he won one, stalemated one and lost three.  But look at the concentration.  It’s like he’s trying to intimidate the other kid.  This is the one he stalemated on.

This morning I was watching the bird feeders.  I saw a bird that I thought was a House Finch, but I couldn’t tell for sure so I grabbed my camera.  I took this picture of him:

Right when I snapped the picture I noticed something out of the corner of my  eye!  What?! 

I had no idea we had Cardinals!!!  Way cool.

You lookin’ at me?

Huh?

 

I definitely need a better zoom lens.

 

Thankful Thursday

Aggie and I are thankful for our new backyard with all our new little bird friends.  Lucky prefers to be indoors, but Aggie never wants to come in.  This is her new favorite spot:

I am having a hard time wrapping my head around the idea that it’s almost Thanksgiving when we are being blessed with such gorgeous weather.  I’m still gardening for crying out loud!

And I’m loving all the birds…  not crazy about the House Sparrows though.  We have a lot of them and they aren’t going to be fun when the Purple Martins come back in Februray and the Bluebirds start nesting season.  My favorites are the Titmice and Carolina Chickadees, but they’re quick little buggers and I’m having a hard time getting a picture.

The Bluebirds are pretty sweet too…

These two won’t be friends come nesting season:

We have lots of House Finches, too:

Aggie likes the birds too.  Not even the promise of a treat will get her to leave this spot.  I have to go pick her up and bring her in.


 

My 15 Seconds of Fame

So yesterday we went back up to the farm.

The Weather Channel came to do a special that will air around Earth Day next month.  Susan needed people for the background.  We couldn’t have asked for a better day.  It was a little crisp, but gorgeous.  We thought we were just going to be background props but they asked a couple of us if they could interview us.

Getting miked up.  That’s a showbiz term, you know… lol…
I’m so full of crap.  They probably call it, “putting the microphone on”
or something crazy like that.  Daniel was very interested in the camera.

Getting interviewed.  I have no idea what I said, if it made sense or how badly I’m going to embarrass my family but it was fun. 
 

But enough about me… I suppose you’d like to see the cute little buggers.  I tell you, I fall more in love with these goats every time I see them.  They are hilarious.  The sheep are pretty cute too, but I really heart the goats.  And the dogs. 

Hat Drive Total

I finally drove up to Countrywool in Hudson yesterday to pick up the hats and afghan Claudia had.   Some of her students and customers knit them and they’re awesome.  Imagine trumpets, confetti and streamers.  Our total for the hat drive is….. 227!  Mostly hats, some mittens, some scarves and one huge warm throw!  You all rock!  Thank you so much for supporting this endeavor and feel free to send me hats as long as we live here.  I’ll get them to those that need them.

Speaking of salivating.  Here’s Lucky and Aggie this morning while waiting patiently for their slice of turkey bacon.  We told Aggie to get in her bed.  Lucky does what Aggie does.  Since he’s deaf he depends on her to show him what to do.  It’s funny because his bed is right next to hers but he evidently thought that he had to get in the same bed with her in order to get his half of the bacon.

Just Stuff

I just signed up for a Spinning/Dyeing class with Barbara Parry of Foxfire at Webs.  I had no idea Webs was less than three hours from me.  I’m really looking forward to the class.  I bought a drumcarder almost three years ago (I can’t believe it’s been that long).  And I think it’s been almost three years since it’s been out of the box.  I actually met Otto Strauch at Rhinebeck.  I was a little embarrassed to tell him I hadn’t used it in years and thought maybe it’s time to pull it back out of the box.  I’m hoping this class will get me motivated to use it.

Now I’ll fill you in on all the changes that are about to take place for us.  We’re moving back to Texas in June . Thank God in Heaven, we are moving. West Point is a beautiful place, I love being near my family in New Hampshire, the schools are awesome and my neighbors are great.  But I really… no… really, REALLY… hate the house we’re in. They are demolishing these houses starting next year.  They really are that bad.

I think it has a lot to do with my creativity and organization being snuffed out over the last year.  I fully believe that if you love where you live you are a much happier person.   I’m definitely not happy here.  I can’t get organized and that drives me nuts.  I get overwhelmed and completely shut down.

I’ll miss Fall and I’ll miss being so close to New Hampshire but that’s what they make airplanes for.

We’ll be four hours from most of Dan’s side of the family in Laredo and four hours from his sister in Kingwood.   Texas A&M is the halfway point between us and his sister.  Dan’s family has a suite at Kyle Field so we’ll be there for a lot of games.  Dan flew down for the Army/Aggie game last month but before that we haven’t been to a game since Daniel was a baby.   The boys can’t wait.  Especially Joe, who started playing football for the Army Junior Black Knights this year.  When I was pregnant with him and we found out he was a boy Dan used to tell people that it was one more chance that he’d be called “Dad” by a Dallas Cowboys Quarterback.  Dan finally got his football player.  Funny that it’s the smallest of our boys that decided they wanted to play football.  He may be little, but he’s got heart for the game.  Here he is putting the stop on Mini Sink Valley (it was pouring that day):

So that’s the scoop of what’s been going on around here.