You are worthy of love exactly as you are. — Sweet Benni, who loves all of y’all. Here’s What’s Happening At Good Spirits Farm Yesterday, I walked out to the chicken house and noticed one of the young roosters harassing a hen. I shooed him away and made a mental note to deal with an abundance of roosters from this fall’s batch of chicks. (I now have four, and they’ll soon begin fighting each other and beating up on the hens.) Then I went about the work of refilling feeders and collecting eggs. When I looked up, though, the same little brown hen was being attacked again. This time, it was my other hens leading the charge. I ran over and scooped her up, chasing off the mean girls.
Thanks for your newsletter. I enjoy it every week. One note - I assumed the Autostraddle letter was written by a fat-shaming lesbian, not a man, since it primarily serves LGBTQIA folx.
We raised chickens when I was little. That's how a learned the phrase "pecking order". Mom bought baby chickens by mail order. They arrived at the post office, one day old. We put them in the basement under a heat lamp until they were big enough to move outside (but not big enough to live with the adult hens).
Thanks for your newsletter. I enjoy it every week. One note - I assumed the Autostraddle letter was written by a fat-shaming lesbian, not a man, since it primarily serves LGBTQIA folx.
Such a heart-warming post today — I love your stance for kindness to others (feathered and otherwise).
Your work is so kind and inspirational. Thank you!
We have the yard flag version!!!
We raised chickens when I was little. That's how a learned the phrase "pecking order". Mom bought baby chickens by mail order. They arrived at the post office, one day old. We put them in the basement under a heat lamp until they were big enough to move outside (but not big enough to live with the adult hens).
True. I was assuming most of these eggs were fertilized, since roosters are about!
Thank you again for a great Friday Affirmation. I’m baffled that chickens will eat eggs, though!