First swap of 2017

This entry has nothing at all to do with Bible prophecy. ☺

You may not know this, but we have backyard chickens. Almost 200 backyard chickens, lol. We sell the eggs. We also sell chicks and any “extras” we may have. Hubs handles most of it, but it was my idea to get into chickens. My dream included 15 or so hens, enough to keep us and family in eggs. Maybe a rooster for protection. Once Hubs got bitten by the chicken craze, it was all chicken math after that. Full blown case of OCD: Obsessive Chicken Disorder. Ha ha!I have my favorite breeds, he has his. 

Today was the first chicken swap of the year. That’s where others with OCD get together to buy, sell and chat up our favorite fluffy butts. Other things are sold as well, such as goats, rabbits, pure bred puppies, plants/produce ( I bought an aloe plant) and homemade soaps, but chickens are the main attraction. Seriously, chicken people, and homesteaders in general, are unlike any other group and the comradery is wonderful. 

Even Dougie had a good time!

Anyway, we sold some extra roosters and our flock of White Rock hens and roosters. But of course we couldn’t come home empty handed! (Chicken math even stumped Pythagoras, I hear 😉 )

A Cuckoo Marans hen.

Red Orpington rooster

Red Orpington hen

The Red Orpington trio.

And then Hubs decided he simply COULD NOT leave without “Fred”.

Fred is so soft and reminds me of the Velveteen Rabbit.

Oh, I also sold a couple pairs of these earrings my cousin’s wife made. 

So. That was our day and a glimpse into our life. I’m a homesteader. We grow vegetables, raise chickens and home can our food like our grandmothers before us. It is a simple life. A good life. We call this blessing of ours, this place we call home, Blessed Hope Homestead. So, you see, even when I’m holding a chicken I’m still looking up! 😉🐔🐣

I hope you had a wonderful weekend too! 

Shew what a day!

It started with Hubs getting the deer. 

Then, about 230, my son’s school called. He fell on the playground and hurt his arm and wanted me to come get him. He usually rides the bus. I brought him home because he was able to open and close his fist and lift his arm. When my husband removed E’s sweatshirt, we could see his left elbow was badly swollen. So, Hubs took him to the ER while I stayed home with our daughter.

In the end, he has a fracture and may require surgery. I will call the orthopedic surgeon tomorrow to make an appt for him to check it out and make the final surgery decision.

Poor baby. He stepped on a nail a couple of weeks ago and now this. Hardly a dull moment around here! 

If you are against hunting, scroll pass.

Hubs tagged a 15 point buck this morning, the last day of gun season for our area. This boy has been eluding  Hubs all week, coming out only after dark.(caught him on the trail camera) This morning was cold enough though that he had to move around. 

Praise God from whom all blessings flow! I had just prayed for God to send him one and thanked Him for always providing regardless, then I heard the gun shot. Venison for the winter. Whoo-hoo!

50s Day and a Painful Step

My little guy had a big day.

First, he dressed up in 50s style for the 50th day of school.

Posing with his friend who also goes to our church.

Then he came home, changed into his muck boots and proceeded to play outside. A few minutes later I hear a wail. Poor fella stepped on a nail that went through his boot and into his foot.

Praise God there wasn’t much blood but it’s still quite painful. He’s up to date on his tetanus shot. Naturally he’s concerned about being able to trick or treat on Monday. 🙂

Grieving for what was….

See that pile of rubble in the above photo? It was shared by a fellow named Jason Devine on Facebook.  Now, I don’t know Jason but that pile of rubble has stirred some deep emotions within me.

That pile of rubble is all that’s left of the well-loved, old fashioned drive-in movie theater in the town in which I grew up. My parents went on dates there over 40 years ago. My husband and I went there on dates.  We’ve taken our children there. I grew up driving past it on my way home. It was as familiar a site as my own living room. 

Now it is gone. Just this week, bulldozed to the ground.

The symbolism does not escape me. 

Drive-in movies are iconic of a much simpler, innocent era in our nation’s history. The economy was booming, men were men and girls were ladies. Mostly. 

My small hometown in rural central Kentucky seemed to cling to the purity of all that made America great, and that gigantic drive-in screen made of cinder blocks was the perfect reminder. 

Now as we see America deteriorating on every level, we see that not even this small rural town is immune. It is like a cancer, eating away at all that was once healthy and good.

To the previous owners, the demolished screen may represent retirement or the end of that chapter in their lives. To me, it represents so much more. 

I don’t know what is in store for America.  It may still have some good years, but it is certain her best days are behind her.  Mingled in with my sad nostalgia, though, is the peace of our Blessed Hope; the certainty of a future with my Lord. 


Good Fall Evening for the Pumpkin Patch

We went with some of our youth group. Cool, crisp evening and clean family fun.

Hayride to pick out our pumpkins.

One of our elders, and youth director, petting a sheep. Seemed appropriate.

My daughter. She will be 13 in a few weeks. I can’t tell you how wonderful it is to see that bright smile. 🙂

My son, right, and two buddies.

One of our teenage boys. What a shot! My girl laying down. 🙂

Hubs went too; an added treat!