With
the heat lamp, and the closed doors, and three baby chicks in a box, walking
through our laundry room is like taking a sauna.
Trying
to keep the chick’s box clean is like trying to keep a human baby dry.
And I guess making a chicken watering trough that doesn’t leak is beyond
engineer’s capabilities. I out-foxed them though—or rather some chicken expert on
the Internet did. I placed a shallow dish with water into the box, and filled it with rocks
to hold it down and to keep the baby chicks from drowning.
I’m
tickled to get chickens. A couple of weeks ago I bought a cute self-contained
chicken house, and the day before yesterday I painted its trim, covering their white
with my forest green. I had been intending to order chicks when the hatchery
had the chicks I wanted.
And
then lo and behold, yesterday I wandered into Coastal Farm Store and they had
baby Ameraucana pullets—just what I wanted. The Ameraucana hens lay blue eggs, and
are the breed of chicken I became familiar with in California.
In
the space beside the house—prepared for RV parking, and hidden from the street,
we have a 6 X 6 foot garden, and now a 6 X 3 foot chicken house. You know what
they say, “You can take the girl away from the farm, but you can’t take the
farm out of the girl.”
Regarding the book I’ve been talking
about probably more than you wanted to hear:
Two days ago, September 4, Don’t Tell Mommy’s publishers notified
me saying they would make the changes I requested, but to give them 10 business
days to do it. I know a couple of people are reading the book now, and I’m
keeping my fingers crossed that the errors won’t be too distracting.
Mom’s letters ought to get top billing in this book—they are sweeter than mine. I stalled, procrastinated, feared making my statements known for years, and thus didn’t get this book published until now. Now, is perfect. Now is the time. Yes, the title Don’t Tell Mommy, tells you something else doesn’t it?
Mom’s letters ought to get top billing in this book—they are sweeter than mine. I stalled, procrastinated, feared making my statements known for years, and thus didn’t get this book published until now. Now, is perfect. Now is the time. Yes, the title Don’t Tell Mommy, tells you something else doesn’t it?