Chickens are weird. When we first started raising egglayers, I remember just sitting in the yard watching how they interacted with each other. They would walk around in little social groups, merrily plucking grubs from the soil and gossiping away like old ladies in a hair salon. The first time I saw one snatch a... Continue Reading →
The Universal Wonders of Eggshells
I was cleaning out my dad's garage last summer, and I came across a container of crushed eggshells. Now, my dad was a borderline hoarder. He called himself a "collector" but that's really a soft way of saying he just didn't throw anything away. Newspapers, old stamps, coins (he had coins of all... Continue Reading →