Orchards and Australorps
I told you all this day was coming…
“What we are dealing with is a miracle of evolution… All this machine does is eat, sleep, and make breakfast.”
These little gals were born in Iowa on a Sunday, packaged up on Monday, and winged their way to the post office here in Vermont, arriving early Wednesday morning.
And you can hear Jen absolutely falling in love with them in that instant.
So we now have 2 Rhode Island Reds, 2 Black Australorps, and 2 Plymouth Rocks living in a plastic tub in our laundry room.
Fortunately for them, someone doesn’t care about the potential for a chicken caca surprise.
I’m happy to report that they are growing like tiny peeping weeds, and they’ve doubled in size since the day we brought them home.
In fact, they’ve become so grown up that they were ready for their first field trip a few days ago. I cobbled together a little chick enclosure outside with some hardware cloth and stakes.
And so the chicks got their very first taste of the world outside of a processing facility, cardboard box, and/or a Rubbermaid tub:
Anyway, I’m sure we’ll have lots more to say about these girls in the days ahead.
In other news, yet another Vermont rite of passage has been completed recently…we went to an apple orchard.
Yep. We drove out to Burtt’s Orchard, which was about 30 minutes away, and picked a huge bag of apples (a “peck” I’m told?) right off the tree.
Their McIntosh weren’t quite ripe yet (but they are as of a couple days ago, according to that website!) but the Jersey Macs have been pretty darned amazing. And the old-fashioned apple cider donuts were mind-blowing as well. Honestly, I’m thinking another trip might be in order this weekend sometime…
So, generally speaking, that’s been the last couple weeks ’round here.
Oh! I did convince our landscaper to drive his tractor up the giant hill in our yard, effectively creating a hiking path for us… That’s white-hot exciting news.
That said, it afforded us this new vantage point of our property…
I’m sure you’ve all had to hear us gushing about how beautiful it is up here, so I won’t bore you with it again.
Okay, see you next time.