Buff Orpingtons & those city folk

Well, I did it. Finally. And, none too late. Okay, almost too late by the time I got up the nerve to make the call.

For about a year now, I have been researching chickens. Not to mean I knew NoThINg of chickens, my mom and aunt had chickens. As did my husband. I knew a little, okay, very little. I never bothered to ask and wasn’t around much between 17 and 27. I knew my mom had some mean Rhode Island Reds and that every time I came home she’d send me to get eggs and I swear they all hated me. I think they sensed my fear. Mom said I was being “silly”. Those pecks didn’t feel very silly.

Anyway, I digress.

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Having recently come back to this site after 6 months and reading some of what I have put on here the previous year almost makes me somewhat melancholy, but then gives me perspective. All of my posts have given me strength in one form or another. However, from this point, I won’t be writing to heal,  I’ll be writing to share my experiences and report on my epiphanies, as they are.

Buying local, the only way to go

Yesterday was my first experience cooking my own local, free-range chicken. Oh, I’ve had them before, that’s why I have them now. What an experience. Freshly butchered, this bird was tender and full of flavor.  And, as luck has it, we have 9 more sitting in our freezer w/ the opportunity for more.We add the chickens to our stock of local  North Idaho ground beef, yak meat, turkeys, and our own butchered pig, along with fresh eggs we pick up weekly from the family of one of my daughters classmates.