I've decided the best course of action is to keep the farm. I'm only gonna consider leaving if something fantastical falls into my lap, heart and brain.
the chickens decided this for me.
Got a call yesterday from this woman on the low end of the valley with a surplus of pullets she's hoping to sell as she has too many. a variety of breeds, many bred for cold climates. I tell her i don't have a coop yet and she says no worries she can hold onto them for a month yet. they are 4 dollars each. I've been looking for a whille now for someone who was willing to raise chicks and sell them to me when they were of age.i'd had no luck and somewhere along the line just kind of gave up and moved on to more pressing matters...like the state of my life.
some kinda bird goddess, pick yr preference, wants me to have these, wants me to re-commit to my fight to survive here...how could i say no?
for all you chicken fanatics out there , heres what i'm getting....columbian wyandotte, delaware, chantacler and welsummer.
I had hoped for orpingtons but she didn't have any since she reckons they are prone to getting bullied by the others.The wellsummers have deep chocolate brown eggs.
they all won't get to laying for sometime yet which is a big bummer so i'm still hoping someone will appear with a couple of grown hens to sell me.
for now i've a coop to build.
I'm a nut but it
sure beats pacing around all weepy and sleepless, trying to figure out staying or going and where and la la la la la.
in other heavily symbolic bird news....theres a new nest built atop a tall oak in front of the house. with my handy binocluars i can see that its almost entirely composed of wool and some thin strips of an old blue tarp that covers my wood pile.