Hooray for the fluffy ladies joining Bluebird Meadows! We picked up eight gorgeous, just feathered out chickies on Valentine's Day from a woman from town who had ordered too many for her backyard flock. We have 2 Light Brahmas, 2 Golden Laced Wyandottes, 2 Black Jersey Giants, and 2 Buff Orpingtons. They're 2 months old so we have a while before we get any eggs, but they are definitely entertaining.
We have an old pile of horse manure sitting around on the farm waiting for when we get our blueberry beds ready and it has a nice full covering of chickweed and henbit, perfect greens for the little biddies. And no roosters which is nice as we have them right outside our bedroom for the time being.
I spoke with a local creamery owner this past Saturday about the possibilities of acquiring a Jersey milking cow to milk for ourselves and some friends. She said we would want 'an old lady' to start out with. We would be more tethered to the farm than ever with a twice a day milking. Goats or a cow, goats or a cow? And I need to figure out how to make elementary cheeses and butter. Yogurt. Time to break out some books and call some experienced friends! We probably won't tackle a milking scene this year, although it is so tempting, and sometimes you just have to dive right in. We'll see.
Regarding the Ruth Diaries----we had to share the picture of her naked beateousness. We think it qualifies for ESPN's bodies we want, 2012. Right? Which, in case you haven't checked it out already, here is the link. You can thank me later. We forwarded them her picture saying looks like they forgot someone; we haven't heard back from them yet, but we're thinking we'll get a call today.
At market yesterday I had quite a few customers come up and say,"About those flowers I got from you last week"....and then a long pause....long enough for me to run through all the horrible scenarios in my head....but then comes...."they were AMAZING! And they still look fabulous! So I don't need any this week, but I just wanted to tell you that".....and then they walk away, flowerless. And I throw around a few expletives in my mind. Hmmmm. Love to hear that, but c'mon people, fresh is the best!