As we have pressed a bit to be more self-sustaining to prepare for our future, this summer, we ventured into the world of chickens and eggs. You might remember the day we got our chicks?
So, we’ve had chickens. It’s been a Jon project and he involved the girls when he could. (Much like the garden).
Apparently, I am not very good at actually doing the “homesteading”. Thank goodness for Jon!
I did love the eggs.
And the independent feeling I had when carrying a skirt full of them! I know, how very Laura Ingalls Wilder of me, right?
This summer, a few of our roaster chickens…err…roasted in this heat so our flock was down in size a bit. We still had lots of eggs, way more than we could eat. Grandma even started to scramble them for our cat. (Toodles can have whatever she wants, she is a saint kitty).
We have been traveling a lot and before our next long trip, Jon decided it is time to minimize the flock. We sold some and with the rest, Jon learned to butcher.
He told the girls he was going to harvest the chickens. Little A told him, “That’s gross” while Little J said, “That’s sad”. Jon explained that we like to eat chicken and this is how you get chicken for food. Little A assured us she likes eggs more than chickens. Needless to say, The Littles did not help harvest the chickens.
Our ingenious amigo, Ralphie, taught Jon the basics of chicken butchering.
Grossed out yet? So am I. Squeamish just blogging about it. Needless to say, I DID NOT help harvest chickens.
Jon came home so excited about what he had learned but mostly amazed at what he saw in the chickens. This had never occurred to me before, but in each chicken, there are eggs forming in many stages. I thought that a chicken had an egg a day, so each day, an egg was developed and dropped.
What came first, the chicken or the egg?
It’s solved, the chicken! :)
These are all eggs in different stages of development.
That’s kind of awesome. I love how creation continually points to a great creator!
Come April, we are enrolled at Ploughshare Institute in Texas for a three day course covering the basics in:
One day, I am going to miss class to attend another training-“Soft Cheese Making”.
Are you laughing yet?
Seriously. You can just call me Laura Ingalls (let’s just ignore the fact I still haven’t learned to sew or drive a stick, I still have a few months, right?)