rain rain go away...

poor fiddich looks like a drowned rat. i don't know why they won't go into the coop...

the glens

the top picture is Fiddich, our older girl who's been giving us all of the eggs so far. Livet is on the bottom, and she's finally a "woman." She laid her first egg last week. the poor thing was so confused before it happened...

more fence

we're not quite finished with the first part of the fence, one more panel to go, but eventually it will look like this all the way around the garden. there will be a gate into the garden that matches this one, too. (the middle picture is the gate). and since we clipped the girls' wings, we were able to take the netting off the top of the chicken yard, which makes getting in and out so much easier.

bees!

i just ordered our bees. they will ship in april, which gives us 6 months to build a hive. with the fence coming along and two chickens now laying eggs, the farm is starting to take shape....

building a fence

as much as i love the construction zone look of the orange fence, it's not very sturdy. the dog likes to try to push his face through so he can play with the outdoor animals. so we are in the process of building something that is a little easier on the eyes and a little firmer on the face.

B.B.

poor b.b.. in all of the excitement over the chickens, i never put up any good pictures of the bunny. so here he is. i don't think he was very happy about the addition of the birds, and they are a bit bossy, but they seem to tolerate each other.

we have eggs!! (well, egg..)

i never realized how miraculous an egg is before. buying them at the store in no way compares to finding them in the yard and knowing that they came from our very own chickens. if the eggs are this exciting, what's it going to be like when we are eating from the garden?

Meet the "Glens"

our farm is decidedly more farm-like with the addition of Glenfiddich and Glenlivet. no, we're not alcoholics. it's a long story.

the coop

intended as a a dog house, built to be a chicken coop, temporarily housing the bunny

the mess we call the backyard

the beginnings of the deck, the dog on one side of the fence and the bunny on the other, the chicken yard, the garden and looking back at the house from inside the garden.

the farm

the beginning of the "farm." we are in the process of turning half of the backyard into a garden and chicken yard. the first step was to till all of the clay that we call soil so that maybe something will be able to grow. the tiller was a beast.