Friday, March 29, 2019

New Ground

Well, hello Blog. Here I am.

Looking back over old posts and photos and just what a nice way to chronicle things this has been, I regret the massive gap in time where I quit posting.

Life has been crazy. Life has been, That's how it goes sometimes.

But things are beginning to settle down a bit. Or at least I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. So I thought I'd revisit my old blog and see what I might do to dust it off and polish it up a bit and put it back into service.

I have several things currently brewing, so I'm hoping to make this a point of contact for a few things I'd like to take on in the near future. I went ahead and bought a domain name!

First thing of note, take a glance up above and you will see I changed my blog's name. Sunny Side Acres. Note, plural, acres! I am taking on my dad's 45-acre farm as my portion of the inheritance. Once the house in town is sold, we'll be signing the deed for the farm too.

It has been a long haul: helping my dad try to fight Glioblastoma stage 4 brain cancer, losing him even yet unexpectedly, no will, I had the nightmare job of administratrix, family problems holding things up, on two different fronts at that, mountains of paperwork, many phone calls, several back-and-forth trips to three different county courthouses to sort things out, a couple of break-thrus, a fire, lots of theft, lots of cleaning up, still cleaning up... It's getting there. Moral of the story: don't die without a will!

But things are starting to look better.

I felt Sunny Side Acres was the name that best wrapped it all up. That best conveys that there is still hope and a pressing on toward the future. My eldest daughter, Ava, is a budding artist. She had done this phrase as calligraphy: "Keep on the sunny side of life and the light will reflect off of you." It just struck me as perfect. It plays off my old blog name for our one-acre micro-farm which contains as much as we've been able to neatly squeeze into it. And it envelopes the dreams we have for moving forward with the new property and the hope we have to make it all that it should and could be.

I haven't any nice recent pictures of my Dad's farm a the moment. It has fallen to neglect and will require lots of work and quite an investment of money to get it up to where it is something productive. It is basically undeveloped land at this point, with one usable outbuilding on it. The 226 year old farm house was burned down just before Christmas by arson. This has started the ball rolling, I guess. There is a little relief and closure to this for me. We were going to tear the house down anyway, but we had hoped to salvage the materials. I can only imagine there were some awesome timbers underneath, maybe even chestnut! That leaves me sad. I wish I could have used them in building a new house. But at least we are well on the way to getting things cleaned up. Here is a pic of the fire:

I have a lot to update here on the blog. A LOT. For now I'll leave you with a couple pictures of the kids so you can see how they've grown.

Ava's going to be 12 in June. Savannah just turned 7 this month. We're still homeschooling.


And this is my two with their cousins at Pandapas Pond in Blacksburg, VA.  

And this little girl here will hopefully give us a couple of kids in mid-May! We bought two older Nigerian Dwarf does back in January. They are registered, so her kids can be AGS registered too. I'm hoping to build up a nice herd. For now, they are the most precious and comical little members of our family and they bring us so much joy. They really brighten my day. That's something we needed more of around here. <3

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

It Takes a Lot of Duct Tape to Do What I Do

Chickens... Did you know you can duct tape them back together? That's what I do when they get their backs worn out by the roosters or have a problem with feather picking.

Duct Tape hen saddles

Cover the area with strips of duct tape. It will stay on for about 2 weeks and protect the hen's back or any wounds she may have while they heal and the feathers start to grow back in. It will fall off on its own as the dirt and oils get under the tape. Reapply as needed until the area is completely healed. I like to choose a plain color, close to the hen's own color if possible, and the other chickens don't seem to notice any difference.

I am really loving the color and variety in my flock this year. I've got two Easter Egger roosters and they have been such gentlemen so far. I made a point to hand feed them treats since they were young so they would like me and hopefully not flog. So far, so good.

Ava named the beautiful white roo "Buttered Popcorn". He is Broody Banty's baby's daddy. The other guy is the dominant roo. He doesn't really have a name. I am always hesitant to name roosters since they usually don't hang around long. If they make it through the summer, I'll come up with a name for him.

She has given several of the girls names as well, but those seem to morph and change often to suit her mood. This little EE girl is my favorite. I love the little black hearts on her breast! So cute!

Broody Banty's baby turned out to be a pullet. Yay! I was really hoping for another layer so I could keep her.

I bought a Hova Bator Genesis last fall and have been really wanting to set some eggs, but I've held off for now since my dad was diagnosed with brain cancer in February. I've really got my hands full with that. I'm uncertain if I should just go ahead and eat my two tom turkeys too. I wanted to find some hens and breed them, but I don't really need another project right now. Especially not things that depend on me to feed them. The kids and their daddy have been lucky to get a hot meal here lately. I dunno.

Thursday, January 14, 2016

New Arrival

Broody banty managed to hatch out one little black peep on Monday morning. Unfortunately all of the other eggs were duds. This little fella will have the coveted position of permanent pet status around here. (Unless he grows up to be a flogging rooster.)

Little mama has been so cute teaching him/her how to eat and drink. She tosses seed with her head, clucks and scratches around like crazy. Half of the time, he gets up there to grab a bite and she sends him flying!


He has cute little fuzzy cheeks, just like his daddy. I hope it's a pullet, actually, but it will be awhile before we find out. I think we'll call it either Elsa or Olaf (girl or boy) since he was born on the coldest day of the winter so far.

I had just about given up on anything hatching. I thought it had been well over 3 weeks since she had gone missing, but she must not have gotten down to business right away. It was such a delight to come out to do my chores and hear the unexpected conversation of little peeps and clucks. This is the first chick born on our property, my first hatch ever. (Well, broody banty did all of the work.)


I'm going to move them tomorrow to a better brooder in the basement. It's warmer down there and we can spend more time comfortably watching them.

They've really made me itch for spring! I'll be firing up the incubator here soon. I'll be hatching eggs from our mixed layer flock first until I get the hang of it.

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Broody Banty, Part Deux!

Banties are so small and so good at hiding!

The bantam Golden Seabright from my previous post gave up immediately when I took her eggs away from her, but the three of them continue to fly over the fence and hide their eggs each day.

When broody banty number 2 disappeared about 2-3 weeks ago, I immediately assumed she had gone broody, but a search of our property turned up nothing. If she had made her way over to the neighbor's big barn, there wasn't anything I could do about it, so it was wait and see.

Two days ago she finally made an appearance, popping out briefly to find something to eat. She was very impatient and nervous and demanded that I bring her food right away. She then threatened to whoop the cat if he didn't get out of her way and proceeded to eat from the cats' dish. As she briskly made her way back to her hiding spot, I was able to trail her and saw her duck in here:

A small recess in the bottom of my husband's wood pile. He has been working on splitting this wood every few days and it's a wonder she wasn't squashed by the unstable pile of logs! She never came running out, never made a peep, just laid low, waiting and hoping not to be noticed. 

The weather here has been hitting record highs for the month of December with the strong El Nino going through. Many days have been in the 60's and 70's. We've scarcely burned any firewood this year so far. But tomorrow night is forecast to go below freezing, so I made the decision to move her and her eggs to a safer, warmer location.

Chicken solitary confinement.

I didn't want to risk finding frozen peeps or worse yet, a frozen mama banty.

She was a little peeved with me and very agitated at first, but after she ate, drank, relieved herself and preened her feathers, she finally did settle back down on her eggs. Of the 14 eggs I removed from the nest, 5 were warm and viable. I candled the others to verify their demise. We even saw these 5 WIGGLE a couple of times. Yay! :D If I remember correctly, she has been gone at least 2 weeks, or perhaps nigh unto three. We may have some new peeps here very soon!

I have no idea what I'm going to do with them. As broody and sneaky as these banties are and given how chicken math works they could multiply quite rapidly come summertime. These little girls have a major advantage over the standard size pullets in hiding their nests from me. :\