What’s a Farm Without a Garden?

You’ve heard me go on and on about the chickens, chicks, eggs and everything feathered and cheeping.  This is a ‘chicken blog’ after all.  But I’ve spent very little time talking about the experimental garden we planted this year.

I think I made one post earlier here… or it might have been on Instagram.

Anyway… my DH built me two garden plots out of old railroad ties and filled in with top soil.  I wanted something a little taller, so I wouldn’t have to bend as much to weed and stuff but the whole concept of a raised garden is lost on him in someways.  This was close to what I wanted, though.

We planted green bean bushes and carrots in one plot and then an experimental plot with things my children like to eat – Brussels sprouts, cabbage, broccoli, celery, potatoes and sweet potatoes.

The summer has been so-so.  Not enough rain and too many hot days.  The celery is iffy and only one broccoli is doing anything worth talking about.  The cabbage and Brussels sprouts are flourishing, though, as are the green beans.


The carrots, potatoes and sweet potatoes are all on a wait-and-see basis.  I’ll let you know how they turn out – if they turn out – when the time comes.

Counting Your Chickens

They say not to count your chickens before they hatch.  It’s an analogy meant to mean not to count on something happening before it happens.

In the case of this post, it means don’t count your chickens before the hatch… or even AFTER they hatch.

The last little baby EE is dead.

He hatched this morning and when I left the coop he was under Abby with his brothers.

I came back down a few minutes ago with peach remnants for the older chickens and gave Abby a piece, too.

I noticed one of the Sulmtalers was covered in sticky stuff, thick like tar and it was causing the Sulmtaler to be stuck to Abby. So I got a wet cloth to clean off the baby and looked for the source of the sticky stuff.

It was the new hatched baby EE. 😞

It looks like, I can’t tell but it looks like the navel burst?? I’ve heard that was a thing that can happen. The sticky stuff was thick yolk and blood. 😞

I removed baby from the nest and cleaned out the sticky so no one else got stuck in it, and then checked baby for signs of life.  Faint breathing or movement.  Nothing.

I am very sad now.  I was so happy when he actually pipped last night.

I know death happens on the farm.  But I’m still saddened by this.