Farewell Chickens

I started to a get a little sad and overwhelmed when I started a countdown until we move. Currently that is 24 days left in this town, in this house, in the place that we have been living and making home for 9 years. Moving is a big deal.

Instead of my sad, pitiful state of realizing that all of my friends will continue to enjoy playdates without me, that my craft ladies will keep crafting and all the people we cook for will continue to eat, I am hoping to embrace every inch of this place while I have it and take with me all my digital memories.
This fence we put in 2 years ago, Asher carried every single one of it's posts out of the garage pretending to be a busy worker bee. He was naked, doing his manual labor, River was 4 months old and spent the time looking up at the pine trees, it was a great day.

The chickens that the flock contained are now passed. Some passed on to friends, some stewed for us, and lots of feathers into the fly tying supplies. The current flock will be staying here for the new family. This flock is pretty awesome. Especially one of the Ameracaunas. Oh her green eggs are the most beautiful, the size is great and the yolks when you crack them open are unbelievable. She is a special chicken (to the right of the black- who the boys named Peck).

The boys love to work in the compost, which is truly spectacular. The chickens have been in this spot for the past six years, and with a home catering operation we produce a lot of food scraps. The soil in the compost yard is two feet deep of perfect black soil loaded with red worms. Whatever the chickens don't eat, the worms get in a week, it is an amazing live area in our yard. I so want to dig up as much of it as I can for our new gardens, and if I had my way I would probably fill a car load with it, luckily I have a more sensible partner who is adamant we can make it again with the new chickens we will get in Wisconsin this coming spring.