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backyard, canning, chicken coop, chickens, garden, rain, space-farm continuum, summer, vegetables
I have a new term for the weather we’ve been experiencing the last several days: chicken weather. It has been fantastic weather to be a chicken – a few gigantic, air-snapping, earth-shaking storms have blown through, leaving in their wake new green grasses poking through the brown, cool temperatures, and breezy blue skies that make me think of fall.
It’s good human weather, too. I feel a certain weight lifted off my shoulders – today, at least, I don’t have to worry about our sick chickens also being incredibly heat stressed. I don’t need to make them ice water baths all day or set up the fans or try to get them to eat frozen blueberries. Today, they can peck happily about the backyard, and I can take it a little easier than I have since the beginning of July.
Today also marks me and Chris’ two-year anniversary of our first date. What was our first date, you ask? Lying in a portable hammock on the edge of a farmer’s field in Martinsville, IN, watching the Perseid meteor showers and drinking wine. Pretty epic, right? Two years later, we have a house, two cats, five chickens, and so SO many plans. Life – it is good!
In honor of keeping things simple and low stress, let’s go on a pictorial tour of what chicken weather means at the Space-Farm, shall we?
Cicada (not an alien, I promise) and cicada shell on a basil plant.
Before we could move the coop to its permanent location, the chickens took the chance to have a good bath. Here’s Beaker in ecstasy dust bathing in the dirt.
The chickens were VERY helpful in messing up my beautifully flattened, perfect foundation for the new permanent coop location. We refuse to move that dang coop ever again! They were in such heaven I probably couldn’t have stopped them even if I had had the heart to do so.
And now on to a few of the happy chickens:
Little Red is growing, although it’s hard to tell.
Oh, HI. I didn’t see you there… You creep.
Near-nightly mauling by the Easter Eggers.
Honey bees and fennel.
He didn’t like it, but he humored me and let me take this picture. Happy anniversary, boyfriend!
The prettiest honeyed hot peppers I have ever made… and Thomas Jefferson.
It might be time to harvest some of the turnips. GIANTS!
Happy chicken weather to all, and to all a good night!
Love those chicken photos! And congrats on your anniversary. So glad things are cooling down too.
Thank you so much! Two years of goofiness, nerdiness, and overall happiness – not too shabby.
The audio in the background of the video sounds like SUMMER!
YES!!! I wondered if anyone would take note of the monster cicada noise maker in the background.
I don’t think there is anything more entertaining than watching chickens take dirt baths.
I wholeheartedly agree. They were in such heaven.