So- the other weekend we were outside working and cleaning up the place. David was trying to grind the stump down to the dumb pine we just had taken down. We were lucky enough to have our best friends be renting a stump grinder for the weekend and lend it to us for the day. Great! Problem though was that a job that should have take about a half hour took about 6..... two reasons.
One. The stump grinder was as dull as it could be. It would be as if you were trying to carve hyrogliphics with a butter knife from colonial times into granite.
It was dull man.
But the second reason was pretty cool.
People just........came over.
People we didn't know.
The local yokels.
A sawmill owner.
Another tree cutter.
The crazy tree cutter guy.
A man from Frederick who enjoys hatching chickens. (I'll get back to this)
Stopping by to chat, help, watch, ask questions, give advice, and barter.
While David extends a handshake to everyone. I walk up with a pitchfork. This Boston girl is getting used to niceities from people. Its just such a foreign thing for me to see people feel at liberty to pull into a driveway of someone they don't know, whose doing yardwork, just to chat.
Its those sort of things though that make humans pretty cool. I wish humans could be cool all the time.
All these people (a total of like 13) stopping by during the course of the day happen to stall up the work, and butter knife stump grinders process. Before we knew it- it was six o clock.
But lets get to the hatching chicks man.
He happened to be one of the guys who helped out with some of the yardwork. I was in the house with our little one when I saw him walk out to the coop with David carrying egg cartons. I thought it was pretty neat that he grabbed some eggs straight from the coop. Like I felt all homesteady watching that. But then David came into the house to have me come talk to him.
Long story long, he goes around to different farms that have chickens, and collects the fertile eggs. He then goes home and incubates dozens and dozens at a time, just for fun, and to see what breeds and mixes hatch out. He then raises them for two weeks and brings them back to farmers, or anyone who wants them and gives them away. We got to talking and he does this with quail, ducks, pheasants, turkeys, and soon to be peacocks! Pretty neat.
Anywho- he called me a week ago letting me know that the eggs he grabed from us will be hatching soon would I like some? (a total of 48!) I said sure (to about a dozen) Reason being is that I would not have to wait for one of our hens to go broody and raise any chicks (although doing so is totally fun)
I get off the phone with him.
Talk to David about it.
Go to the hen yard.
And I'm greeted by a broody hen sitting on a clutch of eggs.
All about timing baby.
So plans change.
Broody hen takes to about 18 eggs.
Gets transfered into brooding yard.
And in 21 days- we will have our own hatched out chicks!
In 21 days our daughter will turn 1.
Its all about timing baby.
So on our daughters first birthday, and the day after (cause hatching can be a two to three day process) when all my family is here from Mass to celebrate- God will be performing the miracle of life again......sweet little fuzzy peeps breaking into this world, while Momma tends to them:)
Its all about timing. Baby<3