The good news: Despite the weather still being a bit chilly for the season, my chickens have decided to kick their egg laying into full gear.
The bad news: My chickens have also decided to turn finding their eggs into a game.
Every evening when my youngest two sons get home from school, I hand them a bucket and tell them to go egg hunting. It can be quite an event; my girls like to get creative with it. My kids are probably lost interest in Easter egg hunts early because they get their fill of them every spring and summer.
I'd found the spot beneath the cabin, but I couldn't decide if I'd missed a hiding place or if they weren't laying well. Then I stumbled across a lovely nest in the barn. Of course, now that I've found that, they'll probably lay somewhere else. I can almost hear them snickering about it now...
My boys are blessed with not one but two amazing grandmas. Both love to surprise them with little thoughtful gifts. The latest gift - my mom bought each of the boys a kite. Our farm is pretty much perfect for kite flying since it sits on top of a bluff with lots of wind and open space.
The day after they got their kites, I took a break from the building and the book to watch the boys fly them. (I might have even taken a turn myself, though I'm a bit rusty...) It took the boys a few tries, but they got the hang of it pretty fast.
All three boys had a good time, though the teenager is way too cool to let me catch him being undignified on camera. The younger two, not so much.
The weather finally seems to have broken here in the Ozarks. It's Missouri, so I'm sure winter hasn't had its last say, but for now, spring is making her presence known. And with that little bit of sunshine comes a lot more smiles from my family and a whole lot more work around my farm. It's the season when we labor from sunup to sundown and melt into the couch at night. And yet, we're all smiles. It feels so good to be kissed by the sun again.
My oldest son and I spent our day yesterday working on a cob chicken coop. We're considering it our practice run before building our cob house. We're finding it is every bit as labor intensive as promised, but it's also surprisingly fun work. Of course, maybe we're just more forgiving of it because of the big, beautiful sun shining in the sky.
For those considering differing chicken coops, I will post the how-to tomorrow. Or shortly thereafter - deadlines don't seem to be my thing lately. I'm finding that homesteading and writing are often at odds with each other. I'm struggling to find the energy for both.
Winter's last push was a brutal one; it took its toll on us and on the animals. But that feels really far away right now and all I can think about is getting our house built. Our little cabin was quite the adventure - it's been a winter we'll never forget - but I am so very ready to have a house again. (A kitchen! I miss my kitchen so much!)
Hopefully, we'll finish our little chicken coop today and then we'll be on to bigger and better cob adventures. Wish us luck. :o)
Rolling hills that had been vibrant green just weeks ago were now muted in tone, as if they were taking a deep breath before bursting into the song of fall.