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Today is the Chinese New Year – it is the year of the goat.
So, how was y’alls week?
We ended the last week with lovely mild temperature and lots of sunshine. Oh what a difference a few days make.
The wind is whipping and the temperatures are oh so cold. Our power was on and off all night.
Snow is expected tomorrow.
I’m so glad I don’t live in Boston.
Last week I left y’all with exciting news; that the chickens were coming, ready or not.
Mr. Cottage and I (well ok – Mr. Cottage) spent a couple of hours fixing up a coop and coop yard for the girls.
Mr. Cottage was kind enough to give up his tool shed.
He cleared his tools out of the building and then got to work building a door.
He had to use what we had on hand, leftover wood from other projects, and old fencing.
It isn’t the prettiest coop in the world, but it works for temporary digs.
Mr. Cottage used scrap pieces of lumber to build their nesting boxes.
With the fencing in place, we were ready for our new tenants.
Meet Ethyl and Lucy.
Lucy is the first out of her box.
Ethyl is next. The first thing she said was “Lucy we got vinyl flooring, we’re movin’ on up!”
“And a fenced in yard.”
Ethyl on the left and Lucy on the right.
Ethyl is bossy.
Lucy is quick to check out anything new.
I worried about Betsy Beagle, she has a history of chasing chickens.
She came over to the fence and took a good look at them.
So far, she had been good, no barking and no inclination that she wants to chase them.
Lucy says “do you mind, a little privacy please.”
By the next day it was as though they had always lived here. It was my birthday and they graced me with my first two eggs!
It was pure treasure hunt pleasure digging through the straw finding two beautiful gifts from the girls.
Lucy has darker feathers and she lays darker eggs.
Soft fluffy tail feathers
Lucy always manages to turn a steely eye to the camera
The girls love my coop boots. The first time I wore them, Ethyl snuck up beside me and unbuckled the strap.
I won’t even pretend like it bothers me, but they follow me everywhere I go and are constantly under my feet.
I purchased this cute basket to gather their eggs at a local thrift store.
Today the girls have been with us for a week and they are ready for their first day of free ranging.
I opened the fence and let them go on their way.
They are touring every nook and cranny, including all the dog houses.
I leave you with a little video, I hope it brings a giggle or two.
It is the egg song. You can hear Cornelius crow singing along in the background.
Ethyl is the one doing all the talking, she is such a drama queen!
I love being a chicken momma!
The big machines came back this week with a rumble.
The inspector general engineer came to overlook the mountain of dirt and the catacombs below and gave his seal of approval. (BIG YAY)
This week we also received an approval letter from the highway department for our second driveway. (yay again)
So here at the new entrance, is the future site of my fantasy flower and egg farm stand.
Every agency has to get in on this whole process and get their fees paid – and we haven’t even started building yet.
The distribution box is set in place.
I asked about – what I thought was sheets of plastic down in the drain lines. Turns out it is a special material, much like garden fabric, that is placed over the plastic drain pipes.
It helps with the drainage, but keeps out the sediment. Cool beans, huh?
It was ten brr degrees, when I went out early morning, to feed Cornelius and to take these photos. I didn’t linger long.
Cornelius does a quick fly by to see what was for breakfast and to shout out his thank yous.
Bitter cold, and lots of wind, but no snow.
Saturday was busy busy here.
Mr. Cottage purchased a land-scape rake that goes on the tractor, to smooth out our acres of mud and tree roots left from all the excavation.
Father Cottage was kind enough to haul it out to our place on his truck.
Father Cottage rocking the farm equipment a week after getting his pacemaker. Awesome – huh!
Over by the house, the new septic system was hooked up.
I got the first flush – just sayin’.
Next week we will get the old system pumped out and broken down.
The excavation team wrapped up their part of phase one.
For the next phase, Best man showed up to talk over our house plans.
He will be doing all the architectural drawings for us. The fun excited part of planning what and where everything will go is next.
Mr. Cottage got to play with his new toy for a little while.
In the foreground of the above photo you can see where he has gone over the soil, and what a difference it makes.
This spring with a smooth surface, I dream of little sunflower seeds making their way to the fresh soil.
EEEK THE CHICKENS ARE COMING!
Farm Girl sent me a text on Saturday to let me know that our mutual friend would be contacting me about some chickens he wanted to get rid of.
Before I could even respond to her text, we received a phone call from our friend looking to hook me up with his discarded chickens. Seems he has a couple of hens that
are pecked on by the others in the coop. He was going to turn them loose or if I wanted them I could have them.
So heck, yeah, even though I’m not prepared – I’m all over that.
In the past we have gotten into situations like this without proper thought and planning and this time we were bound and determined not to get chickens until we had everything in place.
Well that is shot all to the moon and back.
We are going to spend the day scrambling to put together a make shift coop.
I haven’t been this excited about anything in a long time.
I’ve dreamed of this day for at least forty – yes that is a four and a zero – years.
The chickens are coming!
I’m doing the chicken dance.
So, how was y’alls week?
We had a mixed bag of weather again this week, nothing major – enough snow to be pretty, then it went away.
Father Cottage had surgery this week, which he came through with flying colors.
Earlier in the week, That Cat and I took a little walk in the snow.
First Stop is to watch the fish swim under the ice.
Hello Mr. Owl, hope your head isn’t too cold.
My studio remains quiet and under pad-lock, but oh so lovely in a blanket of white. Don’t you think?
The last of the logs were hauled away this week, clearing the way for the excavation to continue.
If the weather would only allow…
Here’s the thing.
I’m wrestling with my colored world.
When all the changes come about to our little cottage, you guys might be surprised to know
that Coral Cottage will no longer be. I mean our cottage will no longer be coral colored.
You know I love color, so it won’t be colorless, I can assure you of that!
My domain name expires soon and so will this blog.
I’m not sure where that leaves us.
I’ve been pondering this for a long time, but the answer hasn’t come to me.
Whether I should continue to blog.
Should I continue to blog under a new name?
I’ve really come to enjoy the conversations that I have shared with my on-line blogging friends and don’t really want that to end.
Sigh. I’ll continue to ponder.
Later today the super bowl will be played, and tomorrow is groundhog day. Personally I’d rather watch a groundhog look for his shadow – just sayin’.
A little February folk-lore.
• February 2 is also Candlemas Day. It’s no accident that Groundhog Day and Candlemas are celebrated together, for both signify the triumph of light over darkness, spring over winter. In the Christian tradition, it is the day when a year’s supply of candles are blessed. See more about Candlemas.
• February 2 is 40 days after Christmas and is known as the Feast of the Purification among Christians. “February” was the month for cleansing, when yule greens were removed from homes and churches and old brush and debris were burned to prepare the fields for the next sowing.
• February 2 is exactly halfway between the winter solstice and the spring equinox, and the daylight is 1 hour and 2 minutes longer on this day than it was when winter began.
When is the spring equinox? See our First Day of Spring page here.
Oh, about those groundhogs: Expect 6 more weeks of winter either way!
I totally took all the above information from The Farmer’s Almanac.