This is the second year we've served chicken instead of turkey for the Thanksgiving feast. Why? Yes, it was the rising cost of turkey. And because that year Mom's home grown chickens had gotten really really big! Two chickens were just about the size of one turkey.
No one missed the turkey. The chicken meat was moist, the dressing tasted even better than ever, and because they actually fit in the roaster there was crispy chicken skin.
Best of all, there were four drumsticks and four wings!
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Deer Hunting
The 2011 Deer Hunting Season started today at 6 a.m.
It's Himself's first season. He was excited to get up and go. My Dad is mentoring him. They saw a deer but Himself felt it was too far away to take a shot.
My Dad & my hunter husband showing off their orange at 6 a.m. too early for quality photography. :))
It's Himself's first season. He was excited to get up and go. My Dad is mentoring him. They saw a deer but Himself felt it was too far away to take a shot.
My Dad & my hunter husband showing off their orange at 6 a.m. too early for quality photography. :))
Friday, November 18, 2011
Locs
Second oldest daughter has asked for locs.
I knew this was coming. So I've been studying up on it.
They're really tiny little braids or twists all over her head. We'll do braids since her hair won't hold the twists at the ends with all the swimming she does weekly. The idea/plan is that you don't ever take them out. Dreadlocks is another name they're called.
The biggest reason she wants them is so that she can manage her hair mostly on her own, forever. Except for the once a month tightening sessions, which can be done in stages, she'll be able to style her hair herself and change it frequently. Pony tails, barrettes, buns, head bands, braids whatever she desires!
Last year she sort of test drove this hair style when we put in genie locs or yarn braids. It was really adorable! And she loved the freedom. She's been talking longingly about that hair style all year. But she was reluctant to sit the 8 hours it takes to put them in again.
If she ever changes her mind about locs we know what to do too. Let the new growth grow until it's 2-3 inches long and then cut off the each loc. She looks cute too in a short afro and her hair grows quickly!
I'll post picture when it's done.
I knew this was coming. So I've been studying up on it.
They're really tiny little braids or twists all over her head. We'll do braids since her hair won't hold the twists at the ends with all the swimming she does weekly. The idea/plan is that you don't ever take them out. Dreadlocks is another name they're called.
The biggest reason she wants them is so that she can manage her hair mostly on her own, forever. Except for the once a month tightening sessions, which can be done in stages, she'll be able to style her hair herself and change it frequently. Pony tails, barrettes, buns, head bands, braids whatever she desires!
Last year she sort of test drove this hair style when we put in genie locs or yarn braids. It was really adorable! And she loved the freedom. She's been talking longingly about that hair style all year. But she was reluctant to sit the 8 hours it takes to put them in again.
If she ever changes her mind about locs we know what to do too. Let the new growth grow until it's 2-3 inches long and then cut off the each loc. She looks cute too in a short afro and her hair grows quickly!
I'll post picture when it's done.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Chasing Chickens
It's an expression. It's an experience.
Personally I prefer the expression. The experience of chasing chickens has become irritating. Just as the sun is going down and things are settling in for the evening I'm out in the yard literally chasing chickens.
We're getting better at rounding them up. We circle around them and hold out our arms and walk slowly in the direction we want them to go. The plan is that they'll saunter towards the gate to the chicken yard and through it. Mostly though they run crazy, squacking like Godzilla's after them. Then they veer in the wrong direction--not towards the gate. And then we start all over again.
Most of the chickens are well behaved and know the nightly drill. They go back into the coop where there's food, water, and perch. But we recently got 5 chickens from my folks. They had too many chickens for one coop and they didn't want to run two coops all winter long. Three of those are finding our coop and chicken yard agreeable. Two still prefer the woods.
I haven't been able to spy their forest hideaway. Hopefully the foxes and coyotes won't either.
Chasing Chickens Nightly,
Me & my kid crew
Personally I prefer the expression. The experience of chasing chickens has become irritating. Just as the sun is going down and things are settling in for the evening I'm out in the yard literally chasing chickens.
We're getting better at rounding them up. We circle around them and hold out our arms and walk slowly in the direction we want them to go. The plan is that they'll saunter towards the gate to the chicken yard and through it. Mostly though they run crazy, squacking like Godzilla's after them. Then they veer in the wrong direction--not towards the gate. And then we start all over again.
Most of the chickens are well behaved and know the nightly drill. They go back into the coop where there's food, water, and perch. But we recently got 5 chickens from my folks. They had too many chickens for one coop and they didn't want to run two coops all winter long. Three of those are finding our coop and chicken yard agreeable. Two still prefer the woods.
I haven't been able to spy their forest hideaway. Hopefully the foxes and coyotes won't either.
Chasing Chickens Nightly,
Me & my kid crew
Sunday, November 13, 2011
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