We hosted a family reunion at our farm last weekend. Around 50 came. Thank goodness we had recently enlarged our deck because we needed every bit of that space. And thank goodness it didn’t rain because no way did I want 50 people running around in my house. Praise The Lord!
Bill had the meal catered by the “Catfish Hole”. Hallelujah! Because there ain’t no way I’m going to fix a meal for 50 folk-even if they are family. Just saying. The food was delicious and everyone liked my strawberry pie. I did make pie-at Bill’s request-8 of them!!!
If any of you have ever attended a family reunion, in the south, in July, then you know it will be hot as blue blazes with nary a breeze. The flies, however will be out in full force; and neither the box fans, nor the toxicish spray , nor the flyswatters will make a dent in their numbers.
But, you know, it was fun! In spite of the heat, the sweat, the flies, and the cousin’s little girl who screamed at the top of her lungs for 10 minutes every time she spotted one of our 6 dogs; it was a lot of fun. We got to see kinfolk we had not seen in years and got to meet others that we had never seen.
Yes! Family Reunions are the stuff that memories are made of. We can’t wait until the next one. But we’ll let someone else volunteer to host it.
I haven’t written about our chicken ladies before. I don’t know why because they are an invaluable part of our farm. I love going to their coop and gathering the eggs every day. There is nothing like a fresh brown egg or two, scrambled or fried, to get your day off to a good start. I don’t think I could ever go back to buying eggs from the grocery store. There is just something about those fat, warm eggs. Yuuum!
It has become my job to keep the coop clean and to suggest (nag?!) to my husband better ways to take care of the hens (gleaned from Facebook and other expert accounts). And he has actually taken some of my advice (nagging?!). This spring he built them a new, super-duper hen house and gave them a large grassy area to “free range” in. He recently got them new waterers that hang up and have little nipples to drink from so their water stays clean. Really, the ladies have it made on our farm.
We average around 6 eggs a day from our 7 ladies. We give the extras to our daughter-in-law and neighbors. Eggs are nice to take as hostess gifts or as a special treat for a hairdresser. I don’t know anyone who doesn’t like farm fresh eggs.
I haven’t named them although my granddaughter suggested “Rose”, “Rainbow”, and “Happy Birthday Cake”. I agree those are mighty fine names for chickens. But who has time to name chickens when we had 24 lambs born this spring and there are the vegetable and flower gardens to tend to?
Today I just want to give a “shout out” to our chicken ladies for a job well done!