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Temporarily Back from a Self-Inflicted Hiatus

Temporarily Back from a Self-Inflicted Hiatus

I was thinking this morning. And I was thinking that it’s been a while since I posted anything on here that has anything to do with anything chicken. So I thought to myself, “Why not post something?” Myself thought it was a good idea, and here’s a post.


I was out photographing the other day at the “farmette” and got some (in my opinion) quite lovely photos of a few hens, some of my mother’s flowers, and a cute one of my sister’s Jersey x Dexter heifer. I figured I’d share them with y’all.










Rugosa roses

Rugosa roses




Photo Friday!!!

You read it right! Photo Friday is back this week. Here are a few of the pictures I took with my new camera. I haven’t quite figured out all its quirks, but  I’m lovin’ it so far. Super pleased.



The garden is thriving now that we got some rain!

Lazy old bean of a cat….

Milkmaid nasturtiums! They are beautiful but don’t have quite as much fragrance as the orange ones.

This camera captures color so vividly <3

Two of my pullets enjoying the sunshine

A red maple in town (and more vivid colors!)

Cream soda on a humid day… Lovely way to cool down.

Another lazy feline…


Photo Friday – ON TIME!

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Photo Friday (and a video)

This possessive little hummer sat there for ages, watching the feeder.

The rutabagas are up!

It’s a beet! (I think…)


Potatoes are lookin’ good!


This is one of the tomatoes we started from seed. It’s rather pitiful.


By comparison, here’s one we bought at the flower shop…


A ripening strawberry…


Petunias in the hydrant bed…


Icarus, my one and only male guinea…


Daisy Mae…




Happy First Birthday to Hamilton, the steer!


Valentine, Jersey/Holstein heifer




Clover again…












Iris… “Whatchya got therrr??”


And again…


Raindrop… She’s decided to join the army and her first step was to take on camo. Lookin’ good…


I’m bunny sitting!



Lovitchka (Lova for short)…


“Hey… Don’t look now, but she’s got the camera pointed right at you…”


She’s just so darn cute….. <3


Wishing there was no wire… See that sad little frown?


I adore rabbits’ eyes. <3


This is what my guineas thought of them:


I found a perfect daisy.


Sunshine! (And jet streams.)


And then the chickens were very sad that I was leaving, so they tried coming with me.


And here’s a short video of my guinea Aspen buckwheating. Only female guineas can make this noise.

Photo Friday

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Forever in my heart.

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Buzzy was my favorite Barred Rock hen. She got her name from the buzzing noise she made as a teenager — voice changes and all that. I randomly had said to her one day, “Why, you’re buzzing!” And it stuck. She would be “Buzzy” forever.

One day she and her buddies were roosting in a tree, and I went over to visit them. All their feet were at eye level, so I checked them. When I got to Buzzy I noticed the scales on her feet looked odd. For a long time I thought perhaps she had leg mites, but she didn’t. I loved her feet. They matched her entire personality: special.

When I got Buzzy, I got 4 other Barred Rocks too. They all were killed by a hawk. Buzzy was the only BR I had left. Then one evening, my family and I went to a graduation party. One of my friends there asked me how many chickens I had. Confidently I replied, “I’ve got 8.” When the party was over I went home. And there were only 7 hens in the coop. The one missing was Buzzy.

I was heartbroken. She was my sweetest girl. How could I lose her? I tried being optimistic… Maybe she got stuck somewhere and didn’t get loose before dark and found a safe place to spend the night… Morning would bring the answer.

I got up next morning, and through the open window I heard….. Chicken noises! At first I thought maybe someone had decided to let my girls out, but I looked and the coop door was still closed. So I ran out and there was Buzzy, walking towards me! I was so incredibly happy!

Through the years Buzzy became even sweeter. She was always the first one to come when I called them for treats, and I had trained her to jump up on my lap. She laid an egg every day for 3 years straight, and in her 4th and 5th years it was every other day. Her eggs were distinct: Big. And when I say big, I mean so big they rarely fit in  the egg cartons! Hers usually had to go in a bowl instead.


She loved to visit us in the barn while we were milking the cow. We’d let the girls clean out the little bits of grain Daisy left. Once the cat didn’t come for his breakfast, so Buzzy came in and I gave it to her. It was a styrofoam bowl, so she kind of ruined it. But she had a grand time, and would come back every morning after that for more.

henny buzzy

She would help me weed the flower beds. I’d be pulling out those invaders, and then Buzzy would be there, finding her own little tasties in the loosened dirt.

July 23. The day half of my heart was torn away. Buzzy had something wrong with her — I really don’t know what — but I will not write it because it will bring back nightmares. Let us suffice it to say that there were maggots eating away her skin. That’s bad enough.

There was no way I could do anything to fix her up. So my grandpa had to come and put her down. She was so brave. I wasn’t there (I was in my room sobbing), but my mom said that she tied Buzzy’s wings and legs so she wouldn’t bruise herself and there would be no flapping.

Buzzy is now buried under the cherry tree behind the old barn, in  the shade where the girls would take dust baths. One of these days I’m going to engrave her name on the  stone.

She was my best girl. I could talk to her and feel like she understood. So many times… She was so much more than just a chicken. She was one of my best friends. And she put up with a lot. I’d kiss her right on the beak (until we got the cow); I’d hold her on my head; I’d take her sledding with me — all the way down the hill; and she put up with me taking pictures of her while she was molting. She was very embarrassed. But she was the best girl I’ve ever had.


buzzy  buzzy


Love how she made the same face for the two photos on the right… She made that one a lot.

I still have flashbacks every now and then… Especially in the fall when we open up the garden for the chickens to clean up, and here during tilling time. She loved to help, and she loved all the good stuff there was to find in the fall.  Sometimes when I see one of my other Barred Rocks walk by I’ll think  to myself, “Buzzy’s so cute, isn’t she!” And then I’ll  realize it was only Violet. Funny how things get you like that…

I love you, Buzzy. And I always will. You are deeply missed and will be forever. No other chicken I have will ever take your place in my heart, or ever be just the same.

The Mesh Warrior ℠


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