Last week we got our first eggs. They are tiny but they are beautiful! We have 13 hens who have started laying the most perfect little brown eggs. The size of the eggs will increase as the girls mature and get into the swing of things. It's like a Easter egg hunt, morning and night now and I still get a little thrill to find the eggs the girls have left for us in their nesting boxes.

The so called "straight run" of chicks I bought at Tractor Supply this spring turned out to be a bit of a bust as 11 of the 12 turned out to be cockerels. Due to them maturing and starting to fight and crow a lot, we decided that we would harvest all but one of them for meat.

The meat harvesting process is not a fun one, but a necessary step in being responsible meat eaters. The consolation is that these birds lived wonderful lives, running around in the fresh air and sunshine, with one bad day at the end- Unlike the chicken you buy in the store that was raised in overcrowded and confined indoor spaces and force feed massive amounts of antibiotic laden feed.

Nick had to do the hardest part of dispatching them and given my pregnancy and squeamishness, I was afraid he would have to do most all of the processing on his own. I did surprise myself and was able to help with plucking feathers and cutting the meat up and packaging it for the freezer.

We decided to keep one lucky rooster, so we can eventually hatch out some new chicks in the future and for a bit of protection for the hens. I chose one of the largest and calmest roosters for the job. The plans changed when we had one very sly rooster literally escape with his head on the chopping block. He ran off and after a bit of a chase, jumped in the pig pasture. Turns out this is the same fella who the week before, was the only one to escape having his feathers clipped so he couldn't fly. Given his twice successful escapes, we decided he had earned the right to live and figured he'd stay in with the pigs and eat whatever corn they dropped or bugs he could find and learn to fend for himself. Turns out he again had another plan and we found him back in the chicken yard the next morning waiting for his breakfast!

It's been awhile since my last post for a very exciting reason. We are expecting our first child, which we were told was an impossibility! I am currently six months pregnant with a little girl and we are thrilled. The downside is, that between the Tennessee heat and my ever growing girth, the farm work is getting more difficult for me. Luckily, I have a fantastic husband, who has been doing his best to take up the slack with the farm chores.


We put the hogs together about a month ago and Boris took no time to get the hang of his job. We are hoping that both the girls took and that the piglets will arrive in October or early November, before the baby gets here. The saying goes that pig gestation time is three months, three weeks, three days and at three in the morning.  


The Tennessee heat has been hard on the pigs as well. They spend most of their mornings lounging in their mud wallows and the afternoons relaxing in the woods. In the evenings, they know exactly what time dinner is served and are ready and waiting!