The Crazy Chicken Lady Gazette Vol. 1, No 2

Bringing you all the chicken poop that’s fit to print, and some as what ain’t.


Wherein the Noodle Dog Learns He Cain’t FLY

Fall has come creeping up in dribs-n-drabs and the weather has cooled enough for us to get some things done about the place.  This means me prepping chicken for the freezer… and convincing Bob that I need that back deck done!  The temporary steps we got (mummmbbble) months years back to replace the deteriorated ones are now themselves rotting and rickety.  I must confess that when we bought the wood for the job we had no idea that illness would settle in like an unwanted relative and stay with us for so long.  However we are now, relatively speaking, fit and ready for getting the job done.

And so it was, that while Bob worked at laying on and screwing down the planking, the Noodle needed to potty from time to time.  Having become used to the deck being there (albeit not screwed down) he has taken to flying off the steps and then right back up when he’s done his business.  Yesterday when he had to go I would pass him through the door to Bob and he would set him down to ‘go’.  However, at the end of the day when he went out, he did his business and then instead of coming to Bob for a lift into the mudroom,  he raced up the steps and, for all intents and purposes, tried to fly!

I give him credit for form and gumption.  The deck is 12 ft long and he made it just past center before he began losing altitude and crashed into a cross beam, tangled his legs in it, rolled, and then fell to the ground in a swan nose dive.  Had there been a diving pool below he would have won on that swan dive alone.  As it was, he jumped up and looked at us with a most confused expression, then shook himself off as if to say:  “I’m OK!”       <— (Click, it’s funny I promise.)


Thankfully, today finds him totally fine and full of spunk.


Regarding Miss Dixie

Dixie wanted you to know that she is no longer being incarcerated by the neighbors.  The lady of the house lamented as how sad she was to let out all her chickens to play in the grass and bask in the sun, and then listen to Miss Dixie complain all day…

Hm… ya think?

I cheerfully suggested that since their garden was done for the summer and that Miss Dixie preferred to sleep in our tree each night, that she just leave her to run free.    I am so happy to say that she has done just that.  I rarely see Dixie over the fence, as she has begun hanging out in the temporary quarters with the *Stay Puft Gang and the three Little Red Hens.  Apparently, she thinks they have the best eats.  I even spied her visitin’ with the Cornish just this morning, well, until Crow started giving her unwanted attention.  ;)


On the Business Front

I have been working feverishly to complete a long overdue project for a friend and I’m happy to say it is done, mailed and has been received.  I am now going to apply the same efforts and steam to make new items for my Etsy shop.  The crickets have taken over and it is well past time to add some new fall and winter items.  I will post these as they are completed and added.

See y’all next time!


*Stay Puft Gang:  My euphemism for the meat chickens out back. For the uninitiated Stay Puft is a fictional Marshmallow character from the movie, Ghostbusters.

It begins.

Bob returned to work this morning; a new job for the new year.   It was strange to see him so nervous and agitated yesterday.  Not like him, but I get it.  It is hard to imagine, but after years of having no trouble at all in locating his next job, and having never been let go in the way he was, ever, I understand his trepidation/excitement about the first day of work.

We spent the time off doing more around here than we anticipated, which is not to say we did nothing up on the mountain.  However, we realize that there will be time enough with his new schedule to get up there and accomplish something, and there will be less pressure to leave so early and rush back home.

Our plans, for the mountain are to finish the bedroom, reroute/replace the plumbing, and hook up the hot water heater.  The latter is of utmost importance if we are to be able to stay overnight and work the next morning.  It is cold up there.

We have begun with patching and painting first.

Demolition-Patch-and-PaintThis bedroom, inside wall is the old outside wall composed of board and batten hardwoods.

Our plan is to remove the wood, and save it of course!  We will then put up a vapor barrier and wallboard to match the rest of the walls.  This will close up all the gaps that let in the cold, and let out the heat in winter.  And vice versa for the summer months.


An event which I will discuss Wednesday has shown me some of the beauty hidden within our forest.


Hobbit-Hiding-placeAn enlarged view should remind you of a special Hobbit hiding place. ;)


We are becoming accustomed to not having it our way, to waiting for God’s plans for us.

And, in spite of the hiccoughs, we find ourselves enjoying the journey.

Though, if we must be entirely honest, we would like to arrive at our destination a bit more quickly.

See you Wednesday!


Snaping out of it.

“We’re OK!”

Around Halloween I was spending way to much time on Facebook.  I tend to get sucked in when I am depressed.  However, all the moping and browsing uncovered a little Youtube gem that I will share with you!


Although the film is listed as a “FAIL”, I believe that with his attitude he is a WINNER in my book!

I watched it and laughed.  A good belly laugh which is something I haven’t done in far too long.  That old saw “Laughter is the best medicine” is not far from the mark.  We need to laugh.  A good laugh, or cry, is a catharsis for our system and, I believe,  vital to our mental well-being.  I shared these golden 16 seconds with Bob and it had the same effect on him.

For several days we could be heard to follow a negative remark or situation with,

“I’m OK!”

These comical outbursts were soon followed by laughter, or at least a smile.

We are grateful for many things we did prior to his loss of work, and this brutally cold and early winter weather:

We ordered broilers for our winter food supply.


I am not happy that they are currently in my living room while waiting for all their feathers to come in, but it is too cold for them in the barn even with heat lamps.   I anticipated them being freezer ready before the winter temperatures set in.  (I’m OK! :D )

We prepaid for our propane this year.  We will stay warm and not worry about that mid winter refill.

We are not idle. 

We are working on getting projects done both here and up on the Mountain Farmlet.  We’ve transplanted our soft fruits, and begun planting the steep slope that is impossible to mow by the cabin.

Cabin-shotThis slope doesn’t look so bad in the picture but mowing is impossible and weed whacking too strenuous for us at 60+. The wiser move is to plant the slope in native shrubs and ground covers, to hold it in place, and let it keep itself looking good!  ;)

While we were there we primed the old well pump and found that it works!

Hand-pumpHowever, in spring we will need to get in there and clean out all the years of moss growing down on the sides and floating on the water’s surface, because it promptly plugged up the spout!  ;)

Bob has drawn up plans for the new Chicken Tractor on AutoCad and we have begun construction on it.  Those chickies are growing fast and need more room to move!  While we work hard we pray for warmer weather so we can send them out to the barn, because even with feathers it is still very cold!

Bob and I carefully measured the lean-to portion of the cabin and Bob once again put his AutoCad skills to work.


He marked door openings, a proposed new wall for between the kitchen and the washroom, a walk-in pantry…

We found room for it in a surprising place!

Walk-in-pantryThis entryway room will be divided and the new pantry accessed through this existing opening in the kitchen.

And, of course we will be reusing the original door!


He also added the space for a new door to replace this old hobbit sized model and more!

Hobbit-doorIf you recall, it was the one I told you was 5 ft 4 in tall and that could make a polite lady swear or a grown man cry.

We have the propane man scheduled to come out soon to check our lines, add a line for the stove and turn on our gas.  We will be warm while we work on the old farmhouse this winter!

And, during all this flurry of activity, Bob continues to look for work.  He went to a promising interview yesterday and now awaits their phone call…

We’re OK!


Hey Diddle Diddle

Yesterday we set to work and had in mind to get the lawn mowed and wall work done.  So of course before we even left for the mountain I bent over to turn on the water spigot to water the geese and


I threw out my lower back. 

I didn’t let it stop me going, but it sure limited my work.

Every week it is something new up there, but the surprises that help us to continue, and not become too discouraged, are awesome!   So while Bob continued on demo and reconstruction, I busied myself with cleaning out the old smoke house.  In recent history it had been used as a shed and was mostly empty after the Octogenarian’s estate sale, but there remained tons of old junk,

plastic bags, moth balls, old chemicals, baling wire, string, cracked and brittle extension cords, old antennas from two mystery cars, pine cones, mouse eaten black walnut shells, screws, nails, old silk flowers, rusty saw blades, spider webs, and of course the ubiquitous mud dauber nests.

A nice consolation prize was finding a primitive, hand crafted bench, and some ancient iron shelf supports that will look great when cleaned and repainted for the kitchen.

I apologize for not having pictures for you, but I couldn’t carry the camera and lean on the broom for support at the same time.  Rest assured you will see these items when they have been spruced up and placed where I need them!

However, at the end of the day I did find you these by using my tripod to support the camera, and on the trail I used my trekking poles to support myself!  HINT – if you find yourself on poles for support, well, in a pinch you can use one of the poles as a monopod and balance your camera on it.  It isn’t as sturdy as using the tripod, but it works well enough.  :D

UPDATE!  The fencing in question is called “Ring Lock” fencing and is apparently quite dangerous to wild animals and livestock.  Mostly in Australia, and mostly to Kangaroos!  Animals attempting to jump over it get their feet stuck in the wires.  Their feet go through and as momentum takes them over their feet cause the lower wire to the whip over the top wire and this captures their feet.  Very sad!  Glad I will be removing any of it that still remains.  I like the look of the wire fence, but imagine it put to better use as some Objet d’art.    Thank you Pam and Deb for getting me on the right track to solving this mystery fencing!  ;)


Chimaphila maculata – aka:  Spotted Wintergreen, Pipsissewa, Striped Wintergreen, Striped Prince’s Pine, Striped Prince’s Plume, Dragon’s Tongue.  Dragon’s Tongue is my favorite of its names and it produces the prettiest petite flowers too!  Want to see them? Then look HERE!

Smoke House –  When the Octogenarian’s husband was growing up on the Mountain, they raised pigs.  To keep pig healthy for eating you had to butcher it in winter and smoke the meat to last you through the year.  The smoke house works on beef, venison, or fish too!  Want to know more?  Look HERE!

Construction notes on the Mountain Farmlet – I promised you a bit of history on cabin building, but now feel it will be more interesting if you wait for me to take more pictures of the cabin’s structure.

I know this is a big tease, and I am sorry, but I think you will be as excited as we are when you can see the photos along with a good explanation of what you are looking at.  Don’t you agree?