a real farm

I never thought I'd be blogging from a toilet seat, but here I sit, having acquired something considerably more exciting than a stomach virus. A few weeks ago a discerning kindergartner asked where, since we are, after all, a farm, were the animals?

Today, we have become a real farm. And the answer to the kindergartner's query has taken up residence in the bathroom for the time being. First, a stop at the Trading Post to make our selection...

Then back to the Farm House to prepare a new home


A little lesson in where to find water


And here they are...


9 chicks, falling asleep on their feet in their home by the shower. Hopefully all pullets (females). As yet unnamed due to dubious durability.