Spoiled Rotten Hens

My chickens are not just hens…they are my girls. Each have a name and each are spoiled rotten.  Believe it or not, my hens like being held and petted. My children adore catching them, though I’m not sure the girls like being chased. At least, its good exercise for all of them.


When I saw the little ladies shivering this winter, I went to work to make better accommodations. Heat lamp, electric waterer and extra grains.

I snapped these photos at night while they were roosting. They looked at me like, “Excuse me, we’re trying to sleep.”



The only thing I didn’t do was sew sweaters. But boy, it would have been cute. I like the patterns below.


















Sweater References: reginadrangel.blogspot.com, hencam.co.uk




Monday Morning Joke: A Farmer’s Odd Request


Farmer Barry drove to the neighboring farm and knocked on the door.

Neil, age 9, answered the door.

“Is yer Dad home?” Farmer Barry demanded.

“No, sir, he ain’t,” Neil replied. “He went into town.”

“Well, then,” inquired Barry, “Is yer Mom here?”

“No, sir, she ain’t here neither. She went into town with Dad.”

“How about your brother? Is he here?”

“He went with Mom and Dad,” explained Neil patiently.

Farmer Barry stood there for a few seconds, shifting from one foot to the other and muttering to himself.

“Is there anything I can do fer ya?” Neil asked politely. “I know where all the tools are, if you want to borrow one. Or maybe I could take a message fer Dad.”

“Well, it’s difficult,” answered Barry uncomfortably, “I really wanted to talk to yer Dad. It’s about your brother getting my daughter pregnant.”

Neil considered for a moment. “You would have to talk to Pa about that,” he finally conceded. “If it helps you any, I know that Pa charges $600 for the bull and $60 for the hog, but I really don’t know how much he gets fer Howard.”


Reference: http://www.guy-sports.com/months/jokes_farmer.htm

Picture: http://www.shippyrodeobulls.com/2006bulls2.html