I’m telling you. If you buy your chicks from Wilco you are going to get a roo! Sexed chickens my arse. It happened to me, a friend of mine and the hillbillies TWICE. That being said, Mrs. HB is tired of Buttercup trying to mount her hens so if you’re local and want a rooster…. let me know. I can hook you up.
Word in the coop is that the girls are willing to pitch in 2 dozen eggs to anyone who can take him away within the next 48 hours.
The hens are too nervous to take dust baths with Buttercup prancing around. And you know what? I don’t blame them.
In other news… The Hillbillies somehow outsmarted the deer this year and as a result got their first harvest of Granny Smith apples.
And they are huge according to Mrs. HB.
Now, if she can just keep them out of reach from the dog all will be well in the universe.
Proof that chicken fertilizer will give your garden a boost. Take a look at that savoy cabbage! Ain’t she pretty?
Next on Mrs. Hillbillies homesteading agenda… Dandelion wine.
You go girl!
Have a great day… Ya’ll.