but I will only see it in photographs. After much reading and even more thought, we have made the decision that raising chickens where we live would be just putting them out for bait for some wild animal. We thought about how we could secure the chicken house and then we read about how raccoons and foxes love to raid the coop. Then we thought about putting in wire, electric fencing and this project was getting more and more complicated by the hour. Then we thought that we would need to hire a chicken sitter when we took a trip and all of a sudden, the desire to simplify our lives was becoming a farce. So....instead of raising our own chickens, we will continue to have it as a fantasy. Maybe when I'm a very old woman, I will have chickens. Or maybe not. But at least we have gone through the exercise of considering it very seriously before making our decision. I think we'll stick to raising vegetables and our one dog.Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Chicken Little and the Trip to See the King
Well, this is the kind of chicken I would have raised if I were raising chickens. It is a Buff Orpinton
but I will only see it in photographs. After much reading and even more thought, we have made the decision that raising chickens where we live would be just putting them out for bait for some wild animal. We thought about how we could secure the chicken house and then we read about how raccoons and foxes love to raid the coop. Then we thought about putting in wire, electric fencing and this project was getting more and more complicated by the hour. Then we thought that we would need to hire a chicken sitter when we took a trip and all of a sudden, the desire to simplify our lives was becoming a farce. So....instead of raising our own chickens, we will continue to have it as a fantasy. Maybe when I'm a very old woman, I will have chickens. Or maybe not. But at least we have gone through the exercise of considering it very seriously before making our decision. I think we'll stick to raising vegetables and our one dog.
but I will only see it in photographs. After much reading and even more thought, we have made the decision that raising chickens where we live would be just putting them out for bait for some wild animal. We thought about how we could secure the chicken house and then we read about how raccoons and foxes love to raid the coop. Then we thought about putting in wire, electric fencing and this project was getting more and more complicated by the hour. Then we thought that we would need to hire a chicken sitter when we took a trip and all of a sudden, the desire to simplify our lives was becoming a farce. So....instead of raising our own chickens, we will continue to have it as a fantasy. Maybe when I'm a very old woman, I will have chickens. Or maybe not. But at least we have gone through the exercise of considering it very seriously before making our decision. I think we'll stick to raising vegetables and our one dog.Sunday, April 26, 2009
Early Morning Garden Walk
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Today In The Garden

Finally, this coop plan is to indulge a fantasy that has been running around in my mind for almost sixty years. I have been fascinated by chickens since I was about eight years old and have always wanted to raise them. Once we saw the chickens during our North Carolina vacation, the thought would not let us go. And so, today, we laid out the location of our chicken coop and plan to build a structure much like the one in this photo. I don't know when we will begin building or when we will buy our chickens. But someday soon, we will begin the project and show our progress on the blog. I have already decided that one of the chickens will be named Gladys. Our hens will be for laying, not for eating. They live for about 7 years and are wonderful entertainment. I can't wait.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Square Foot Gardening
Saturday, April 4, 2009
My Spring Vacation
Monday, March 16, 2009
How Do the Trees Put on Their Robes of Green?
It is that time of year that causes me to push to finish outdoor projects before oppressive heat keeps me practically housebound. It is that time when daily patrols of the yard find me checking each of our special trees --- which one has buds, which one looks close to popping, which will wait some weeks more to show itself? This year the flush of spring came suddenly, from freeze to 80+ in a week. The red buds and dogwood were showing off their blooms in still frosty air when sudden warmth threatened to spoil the show with early leafing out. But blossoms held and still delight. Nest building and flagrant courting goes on apace, as hundreds of birds sing, twitter, and squeak. Sitting on the porch, one imagines being in a giant aviary. The sound is truly amazing. Bluebirds squabble with chickadees over a new nest box. Flying squirrels have usurped an old nest box. Goldfinches turn from green to screaming yellow as their breeding time grows close. If only I could capture the birds on film!
Purple plum trees are resplendent with bloom this year, nearly every inch of branch and twig covered with a froth of pale pink clusters of flowers.
The river birch has donned its springtime filigreen. Just days ago the green appeared, changing the barren branches to a skycloth of lace.
Heidi the tortoise has emerged from her long winter's nap. Though I have not seen her yet, she has been busily sweeping her front porch while I was not looking. All the winter leaves and detritus that littered the entrance to her den have been tossed away, and clean sand now makes a fan shaped doormat.
The young, but stately tulip poplar, one of the last to leaf out, is yet to unfold its huge leaves. The ripening buds, turgid with promise, grow fatter by the day. And I watch and wait for the first burst of leaflets, for assurance that green is on its way, welcome shade will be there for the looooooong Florida summer.
All around the perimeter of our little paradise the oaks are in their spring transition. Raining yellow leaves, they bare vistas briefly seen. Though never fully leafless, for just a week or so their tracery of branches allows a scarlet sunset view, or sight line to a distant pasture, but just as quickly the chartreuse hint of greening paints the boundaries, and we are once again enclosed.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Feathered Excitement
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