bessy

Since we are having to keep our chickens enclosed
(so much for free-range),
I had the brilliant idea of creating some more shade for them.

I woke up early yesterday morning thinking that I would
put a tarp up to give a nice little corner of refuge
from the blazing hot sun.

You know,
sort of a a cabana...for my chickens
(I looked and looked but couldn't find my inflatable palm trees, dang it)...

Though in theory my idea was brilliant.
Reality proved otherwise...

Isaiah was the only one who ventured into the 2.2 square feet of refuge.
And look at his face.
He doesn't seem all that relieved that he found
a safe place from the 110 degrees.

Well anyway, I tried.



Moving on with life...

One might think that I would throw the towel in
on this home-on-the-range line of thinking.

But no.

I talked to my mother-in-law the other day and she
suggested (sort of jokingly...sort of not) that I should
get a dairy cow.

Oh, no.
I could possibly.
No, ma'am.
Not me.

Or could I?

Would I dare?

I googled it.
Oh, yes I did.

My thoughts on this are reeling at this moment.
I'll keep you posted.

And that brought me to thinking about making my own
fresh mozzarella cheese.

Doesn't that excite you?

Gasp, I know, right?!

And my desire to have my own grain mill has been re-kindled.
Again.
I sat and looked at them online for...minutes (multiple).
I even kept the tab open and kept going back to it.
And looking...lustfully.

Here's the line-up in my brain:

Fresh eggs.
Fresh milk.
Fresh mozzarella.
Fresh flour.

When and where does it end?


Now I just need to figure out how to fund all this.


But for now,
I've decided to haul all willing kids to our little township fair next week.
Perhaps I can get a deal on Bessy from a savvy 10 year-old 4-H'r
who wants to be rid of his dairy project.

The world is my oyster.