There is nothing controversial about rain…at least not to me.
It comes down on each and every one that walks under it and for the most part we all try to find shelter from the storm. It cares not of your politic, it cares not on your religion
Chicken Little
One of the newest members of Casa Torres needed a time out today.
She’s a little overconfident and slightly sassy now that her wings are coming out.
They do grow up so fast!
Sudden Death
Sometime after 2 am Friday night a most troubled shriek broke my sleep. In the time it took to situate my senses in the dark, to rush outside towards the back yard the deeds were done. By the thin light of my phone I fumbled but eventually found two slain bodies who earlier in the day had brought me a laugh. There on the ground rested in blood my hens. About them feathers strewn everywhere. Evidence of the violence they faced in their final seconds.
The flood of all emotions hit me right there…in the near dark as my wife came to join me in silence. The body of one of our hens we never found. The agile animal that hopped over six-foot fences surely dragged it off and made a meal of her.
Last night…another attack and another death. One more body I
Hungry Hens
Once upon a morning dreary, while I stirred, groggy and weary,
Reminding myself while still in bed of the day’s upcoming chores
Hardshell News
On Wednesday morning we woke up to news. One of our chicks who turned hens gifted us an egg for the first time. I didn’t appreciate it much at the time but upon my son discovering another today it made make take stock. Our girls kept going as they are meant to because life moves forward.
If I could catch them I’d hug them!
