Chicken Little, 
you darn, silly thing. 
Without a rooster, 
from eggs chicks do not spring!

Steve built a chicken tractor to allow us to move the chickens around the yard so they can scratch for bugs and whatever else they scratch for. We do our best to have happy, go-lucky chickens.

The A-frame has a handle on each end to move it. Some tractors have wheels so you can just roll the structure. Steve is still working on the nesting box that will go inside but we’re afraid once we add that, Chicken Little (aka Miss Broody, the one standing on the water bottle) will immediate take up residence, thus defeating our chicken intervention intentions.

We were hoping that a change of scenery might break her broody pattern or at least force her to walk around for awhile and be outdoors. She is throwing all of the chickens off kilter by spending the entire day in the nesting box inside the coop. Spring and summer should be prime egg laying time, with long periods of sunlight and warmth, but the other two chickens are so confused by Chicken Little’s behavior and by her hogging their favorite nesting box (there are two in the coop), we are lucky to get a couple eggs per week.

I’m not sure you can see in the photos, but the hen who has gone broody and spends most of the day inside has a much smaller and paler comb than the other two girls. I have yet to hear of a chicken dying from going broody but it sure doesn’t seem very healthy.

By the way, it’s pretty easy to get the chickens into the A-frame once you catch them in the main chicken run. Getting them back out and into the chicken run is a whole other chicken game. Steve had to lift up the edges of the structure so I could squeeze in far enough to grab and pull out a chicken without having all of them escape at once. The whole process would certainly make a funny video.

I do have a vision in my head of laying a tarp down, moving the A-frame to it. Then picking up the whole thing, tarp, tractor and chickens, and moving it to the chicken run, opening the door, and letting them run in.

Ah yes, this sort of physical activity, trial and error journey, and the laughs that go with it are what keep me young.


“In the garden one can see the time coming for both fruition and for dying back. In the garden one is moving with rather than against the inhalations and the exhalations of greater wild Nature.
~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D. “Women Who Run With the Wolves”

This has been a tough year for gardening. Wait, I think I said that last year, and the year before that, and the year before that…

This year, it’s been hard to get things done between rainstorms, and the temperatures were slow to warm up.  I can’t blame the weather entirely though. I had issues with heating up myself. Too much muchness again — things that had to come first — and I was slow getting out of the gate.

In the vein of simplifying my life this year, I didn’t go as hog wild with buying a bazillion flowers for containers. And I haven’t started up my outdoor salad table either, not in the name of simplification as you don’t get much simpler than the salad table and the fresh lettuce and kale and basil it provides, but because it needs to be moved off the deck until some work is done there, although I do kind of like the rustic look…

So everything is less ambitious than last year, and yet crop failure opportunities abound.

My 2014 Garden
 
Going green,
pink, purple, and red
In my beautious garden beds. 
 
Despite the cool start
Heat and humidity are here
So now it’s time to have me a beer!