I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still om the roses,
And the voice I hear falling on my ear the Son of God discloses.
And He walks with me,
And He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own.
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known.
For now, we seem to be finally finding spring for good... maybe. This sure has been a crazy weather year. Yet, God is good, and has been blessing us. Not only in the garden at home, but He has also blessed me with a second garden to work for my father's business associate, very close by!
We seem to finally have a fully integrated flock now, who reasonably well get along, and we should begin to see full egg production from all birds within a couple of months!
I introduce to you, from oldest to youngest, our hens:
The Home Depot Special
She joined our family in a bizarre way, which deserves a telling in a post all its own. It is filled with hilarity and chaos. She started off our chicken-keeping adventure!
Mo, Chickie, and Teddy
Rhode Island Red hens that we bought as chicks at the beginning of last year, once we had determined what Clucky was, and we were fairly sure she would accept them. She did!
The lone survivor of the pair of Silver Laced Wyandotte chicks that we bought at the first of this year. Unfortunately, chickens are omnivores and scavengers, and Sylvie, her buddy, did not survive their escape from their enclosure. Goldie did not take well to being alone, and so...
Gretel and Pudge
Australorp chicks bought as a pair in hopes Goldie would not attack them as she might a lone chick, as they were 4 weeks younger. Amusingly, she took them under her wings, quite literally! She seemed to adopt them as her babies, and I got to witness her covering them with her wings under the heat lamp on a few of the cooler nights. Goldie also put up with their chick antics as a mother hen would, even with them climbing on top of and around her! Yes, I have pictures!