I want a couple more chickens to pump up our egg production. A friend suggested that rather than starting from chicks, maybe I could buy some at the livestock auction at the county fair. So, tonight I went over and scoped it out. At the poultry barn, 4-H kids were preparing their birds for the big show tomorrow, and I found it pretty amusing. This one was getting a bath and a manicure.
I had to ask around at the barns, but apparently you can’t bid on laying hens, just meat chickens, aka “Broilers.” (Is that a cruel nomenclature, or what?) So, that endeavor was a bust but I still got a delicious elephant ear out of the trip.
On another topic, I am full into my August chores of weeding, picking, cleaning, and processing vegetables from the garden. It quickly gets overwhelming. I stopped to check on the green beans yesterday morning and the next thing I knew I was dripping wet and hauling in a bushel basket full of work to do. Fresh stuff from your own farm is a delight, except for the guilt over the old produce still on the kitchen sink while the new stuff waits on the back porch.