:: introducing . . . ::
:: JMJ ::
:: It always begins at around six or so in the early morning: a phone call from the post office brings the glad tidings of another cheeping box awaiting pick up. Twenty five little one's arrived home the other morning and another year of chick raising begins. Meat birds first and then a few fresh layers three weeks after, that is the poultry cycle at our little farm. These first few days are always the sweetest. Even though the future means chicken soup for these fuzzy peepers, one can not help but love them for the first three days... Day six or so rolls around and they are thrown into the chaotic 'bird teens' of new feathers - no more fuzz! :( - and long legs and all around awkward. Day six chickens are a little harder to love. But until we get there, meat bird or not, it is so sweet to enter the coop and hold a little fuzzy ball of sunshine for just a minute or two or three.
"I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real one's after all." {Laura Ingalls Wilder} ::
:: Graci Rose Stefania ::
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