Well at long last THE LAY-deez are here. After the Deadly Chicken Fiasco of 2007, I sure waited a long time to get a new flock. But I wanted to do it right, get a real chicken coop, put in lots of fencing, that sort of thing. Since I also have a badass YardFarm Garden now, I didn't just need to keep the dogs and chickens separated, I needed to keep the chickens and the kale separated. Pretty complicated living the simple life sometimes.
Anyway, I got the most MAGNIFICENT COOP of all time from Mobile Chicken Coops. And Warren and I got out there and did some fencing (sans the white outfits and pointy swords-- yuck yuck). Then Alan, who is way better at these things, came over and made it even better. (I told him about that excellent slogan I heard for a handyman in NY: "We repair what your husband fixed!")
So now, still not off the grid (ha) but another step closer! Today I ate a fresh-from-the-ass three-egg omelet. Those eggs never saw the inside of a fridge. I stuffed it with fresh spinach from the garden. Oh boy! I can't wait to get some solar panels for power and pygora goats so I can start producing my own fiber, too and knitting me up some nice mohair pantalones. Mwahahaha City of Austin utilities and Target-- one day I'll be all through with you!
Meanwhile, while we're waiting for those things to happen, enjoy some pictures of the great new changes over here. Chickens!! Bawk Bawk! I am SOOO Eggcited!
|We got our chickens from my friend Dorsey at Hausbar Farms. She said to bring a big box.|
|This is one of Dorsey's donkeys.|
|Dorsey has little bunnies, too!|
|Dorsey and me and the little bunny.|
|Dorsey wrangles my chickens.|
|I release the chickens into their new yard at my place.|
|Organic rosemary and tomato starters-- going in soon!|
|Go ahead, be jealous. I eat out of the garden every day.|
|My rocking coop has a cool back hatch (haha, a hatch!) so I can have easy egg access.|
|Better than art!|
|Hay, hay, hay!|
|This is a pre-omelet.|
|My lemon tree is super pregnant-- thank you global warming!|
|Seriously-- you cannot get eggs like this at the store.|
|Omelet in progress.|
|Yes. It was awesome.|
|No, he isn't mine. But we met him at Callahan's when we went to buy hay. Snout, snout, let it all out.|
|Frankly, my old Scion ran better and held a shit ton more stuff but the Cube was able to handle a couple of bales.|
|Warren is a hard worker!|