accomplishment
I have no idea where the last week went. There were no big events,
just a lot of little regular-life busy-ness. I’ve so been wanting to make something, but haven’t been able to find the time and the energy both at once. Last night I decided that I had to just make something, anything, so I made a batch of cookies. I tried a new-to-me recipe from a book I checked out of the library. Yummy! They’re Oatmeal Cranberry Butterscotch Chip cookies. What a good idea! The dried cranberries are a nice little twist on the usual raisens, and who doesn’t like butterscotch chips? I’ll be making these regularly. Another secret to these, I think, is that they use more brown sugar than white. I like brown sugar.
I had big plans to take an artistic egg picture for Easter, but every shot I ended up with was blurry or silly looking. I blame the slight bug that seems to have landed at our house this weekend. We were 
both feeling pretty rundown, although I’ve managed to escape the worst of it, the husband is all sniffly and miserable. We napped a lot this weekend. I tried again this morning, but this was about the best I could do. I think the eggs themselves are so pretty. We’re getting a nice variety now, and they’ve been getting bigger. We’re up to about 10 a day. I think I’m going to have to open an egg stand this weekend.
It’s such a feeling of accomplishment, looking at this big pile of eggs. I raised 26 chickens from the time they were two days old, 8 have gone on to good homes, and I have 17 happy little hens, and a handsome, nice rooster. Not too bad for a girl from the suburbs! I sort of feel like I can do just about anything now!
The broody hen has finally been broken. It took a few days in the pen by herself, and a few nights of sitting on a bag of ice, but she’s out and about like nothing happened. What a relief! Maybe I could become a chicken whisperer.
Aren’t chickens great! We need to be ordering some chicks soon.
I’ve been checking back to see what happened with your chicken. So happy everything worked out!
Karla
I’m glad to hear that the chicken has gotten over it and is okay. Your eggs are beautiful, they almost look like they were dyed for Easter. But the natural look is even better.
I’m proud of you. Back when I was a boy on the Idaho farm, Grandpa and Grandma Judd had as many as about 500 laying hens at one time. We had a contract with the local grocery store to sell eggs. We spent many hours, usually late at night after the cows were milked, gathering and grading eggs and putting them into cartons. We let the brooding hens brood as long as they wanted. Lots of work, but happy memories.
Such beautifiul eggs!
The eggs are so beautiful! I’m so proud of you. How are the boots working out? Didn’t your dad almost buy a chicken farm when you were young?
Just look at all those eggs!