Is that a farm, Mommy? Is that a farm?

After hearing the question repeated at least four times "Is that a farm, Mommy?" the slightly confused woman looked down into her daughter's young eyes and spoke: "Yes it's a farm."

And there it was - clearly defined for us - we could finally acknowledge that what we have here is a farm. It wasn't just us calling it a farm in a joking manner - it was a proclamation, thought out and honestly expressed by a person we didn't even know.

We live in the suburbs along a popular trail that's heavily used by walkers, runners, and bikers. Our farm is visible to anyone looking, and we're close enough to hear conversations - some of which include comments about our house - I mean farm.

We grow food, tend bees, raise chickens (both for eggs and meat), have large compost piles, and prioritize our lives accordingly.

We don't sell anything, but we do share the abundance with friends and neighbors. We have a small house on a small patch of land (less than 1/4 acre), but here we are - living our lives on the farm.

Yes, It's a farm.

Monday, April 30, 2012

Tammy Wynette is #1

Tammy Wynette is a Blue Wyandotte chicken.  She is the leader of our egg-laying flock.  She weighs in at over 8 lbs. and has huge dinosaur claws. 

Tammy has a quiet leadership style.  She is not mean-spirited, but will give the lower chickens a peck if necessary.  I've seen Tammy protect Bawky-Sioux from the other chickens when Bawky-Sioux was ill.  Tammy puts up with Cordon Bleu being psycho and chronically broody.

We used to make fun of Tammy for looking manly, but we got over that, because she has proven herself such a solid chicken.  Her features have softened a bit, now that she's older.  She's three years old now.  Thanks for the eggs, Tammy-Lou!


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