Our daughter called this past week and is the proud owner of four free range laying hens that are sufficient to keep her supplied with the few eggs she needs. (The free range is between her back yard and the next door neighbor who has another four chickens.) She has always had an eye for good looking chickens but has never owned any I don't believe.
Nor has our son who I still remember when we were considering moving to a farm near the little town where we lived, at age five he puffed up and indignantly pronounced: "I'll tell you one thing. If we move to a farm you're going to get me a horse or a chicken." We agreed.
And then today he posts this with the caption: "The joys of a free range chicken":
Our lone chicken, who hadn't laid a damned egg since October was about to be accompanied by dumplings.
Daily visits to the coop had gotten to be a fruitless boor so she would get a visit from time to time more or less to size her up for a pot.
Yesterday, I walked down to the coop and muttered "Last chance".
There were 4 eggs.
I think I've gotten someone to deliver the gravel I need for my boccie court. Should have 6 yards this week to spread over a 12 x 60 foot area and some to fill in a few washed out areas of the pathway to the court.
Improving the access up to the rifle range revealed an area with a LOT of red clay. It shouldn't be a problem to get the 6 yards I need for the top surface of the court. I may just get this thing done this year.
I've been looking at silk screening equipment and heat transfer presses the last few days. Realistically, the investment to print my own shirts will be > $1,000 and hardly worth what I would make off shirts unless I was to do shirts on the side in my nonexistent spare time.
I have a quote on the way from a local company.
Here's the art I've made up for the back:
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