Happy Birthday Winter and a farmhouse renovation update Dec. 2017

Snow is falling.

I cooked a feast as though I was expecting an army.   Mr. Cottage carved the turkey, we gathered our little family together, we gave thanks and ate until our bellies could hold no more. Continue reading

Mirror mirror on the wall who is the egg thief

Ramblings from a small farmhouse.

Our neck of the woods dodged a bullet with the blizzard that passed through the beginning of the week.  We had a coating of ice, which thankfully melted quickly with the return of the sun.  It was beautiful, all glistening and sparkly in the sun.  Really, I can’t complain about the weather we have had this winter, all in all it has been a mild winter.  Still, I have a strong desire for spring weather to arrive and stay.  How about you?

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Farmhouse renovations and ramblings Feb 2017

Follow your heart.

I was able to cut flowers from my garden for the first time in three months.  Sweet.


Daffodils and forsythia.

So, I’ve been a little under the weather this past week – nothing major just enough to make me feel blah, but combined with a pulled muscle in my neck and shoulder I’ve been very lethargic.

The weather has continued to be unseasonably warm here in Virginia.  All of the trees and plants are confused.  Quite frankly, so am I.

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Love cookies and a great big cock-a-doodle-do

Tuesday it was all about cookies love.


I baked a batch of chocolate chip love cookies for Valentine’s Day.


While the cookies were baking, the cat, the dog, and the chicken slept peacefully.


But the minute the cookies were done baking – Winter popped up and said are they ready?


Chocolate Chip Pecan Love Cookies recipe here.

Love is in the air.

Daisy and Winter continue to make my heart full with their antics and their amazing love bond.


Winter is now 10 weeks old and continues to go into the nesting box with Daisy each morning when Daisy lays her egg.  She waits patiently for Daisy to finish her task and then they are off to forage and do chicken things.

He’s baaack.


Stanley Roo of nine lives – he is permanently bent over and walks crooked.  He is missing a bunch of feathers and looks rather pathetic when you see him in person. He has survived so many fox, snake and dog attacks.  This recent incident left me feeling his time was near, and I had planned his funeral.  He hadn’t been able to crow or perform his rooster duties for quite some time. He was lethargic and no longer watched over his girls, it seemed this was going to be the end of him.

Then a miracle occurred.

Early one morning while it was still dark out, we heard this sad pathetic muted, garbled cock-a-doodle-do.  Then a little while later we heard it again.

And then again.

Stanley Roo was crowing again!

And then.

He was loving the girls again, too.

Each evening now, as all the chickens make their way to the coop for the night, Stanley wobbles and staggers in, completely exhausted from a day of loving.  But he seems quite content.


Stanley Roo watching over his flock.

Maybe he had some of those love cookies too.

Thank you for being here today.

xo Kim

New Year New Life

In the night, on December 8th,  Mr. Cottage and I became chicken grandparents.  Our little hen, Daisy only 8 months old herself hatched her first chick.  Daisy was terribly weak and unable to stand or walk because of her 21 days of sitting and not eating or drinking.  I knew I needed to help her out.

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