Friday, February 16, 2018

"Crazy Chicken Lady"


Friday, February 9, 2018

BIBLE STUDY: Showing Love like God

BIBLE STUDY: Showing Love Like God 

At our wedding, I read my vows and referenced how I would strive to be the Proverbs 31 wife for him. (You can read my vows by clicking here!) Now, here we are a year and a half into our marriage and have I been the Proverbs 31 woman?

I've tried. I've tried hard. Just when I feel that God has a stronghold on me and I am doing great! The devil himself somehow comes into the picture and jerks me into another direction. I am by no means perfect, in fact, total opposite. I try so hard to keep a gentle, loving spirit like my mama has. But I have a short fuse when it comes to certain things. Sometimes I feel like I show anger more than love.

On our honeymoon, we were exploring Helen and God had set up this honeymoon and this moment just so I could have this. I was in a store and I just happened to look at the bottom of a rack. It was a book called, "Secrets of The Proverbs 31 Woman". I almost fell out right there in the store. What are the odds of this book coming into my life when I had just finished the day before telling all our family and friends that I was going to do whatever it took to be this wonderful example of a woman to my farmer.

Friday, February 2, 2018

In The Coop with My Girls

I love living here on the farm.

I opened the back door and the chickens gathered around the back steps. They know what time it is.  I had just gotten home from work and my animals knew it was feeding time. I did my daily routine. Come in, throw my purse down, take my tennis shoes off, pull my rubber boots on and head to the back door.

Saturday, January 27, 2018

The Secret Language of Chickens

The Secret Language of Chickens 

I was out in the chicken pen watching my hens dust bathe when I heard the "chook, chook, chook" of Romeo, the rooster. I looked over at him and he had his head turned up towards the sky.
He did the screeching sign that they do when danger is near.
Everything stopped.
The hens who had just been happily scratching around scattered and ran under the boat we have in the backyard. The ones that didn't scatter underneath the boat hid under the fig tree in the pen.

Something was going on.

I looked up and there it was. Danger. Six humongous buzzards swooping in circles above us.

It was amazing to me how the rooster was warning his hens about these buzzards and they understood what he was doing.

It's almost like they have a secret language that only they can understand.

I read an article about the language of chickens. A young, autistic boy was battling a series of mysterious symptoms that landed him in the hospital. While in the hospital, he became silent. He wouldn't talk to anyone. His sister came up with an idea to make him speak. It was an idea that sparked happiness back into her brother and his best friend, Frightful the chicken.

Here's an excerpt from the story:
"My son has little use for human conversation. Andrew has autism and he prefers to communicate through half-sentences, videos, pictures and the fine art of chicken whispering — the language he uses while playing with his favorite feathered friends, our pet chickens. Although their conversations often leave me baffled, the day I overheard him tell his favorite chicken that his body was trying to kill him, the message was crystal clear.
“The pain is twisty. Like this,” he said to Frightful, mashing his fists together in front of him, rotating one forward and one back. I was shocked, but the little hen regarded him with her kind, yellow lizard eyes, and I could tell she understood. 
Soon afterward, Andrew developed a mysterious group of symptoms that lasted for as long as 10 days every month. High fevers, ulcers and unexplained pain brought us to the emergency room at Seattle Children’s Hospital on a regular basis. The doctors couldn’t determine the cause, and my 8-year-old son couldn’t describe his pain in ways we could understand.
For the next eight years, we desperately searched for a cure to the disease that was killing our son. My husband and I watched as Andrew became deathly silent, disappearing into the pain.
While her brother languished in a hospital bed, our 14-year-old daughter, Hannah, hatched a plan to get him to speak. She wired an iPad to the side of the chicken coop where Frightful liked to dust herself and asked me to set an iPad in the bed next to Andrew. I waited, listening for the magical vroom of the line making a FaceTime connection.
“Chick-a-DEE!!” Andrew said when he saw Frightful. The chicken stood up and clucked as Andrew caressed the screen with his finger.
“It’s scary in here, Frightful. But you understand. You know how I feel,” he said.
I wondered why Andrew never talked to me like that. What was so special about Frightful that made her my son’s confidante?
“Frightful has superpowers,” Andrew said, turning to look at me. “She makes me better.”

How amazing is that? Chickens have a way of communicating without even speaking words. If you'd like to order the book that goes with it, here it is:

"Eight-year-old Andrew was autistic and bilingual. He spoke English – and Chicken. But the day he told his pet chicken Frightful that his body was trying to kill him, Andrew’s family and an entire medical community were launched into a decade-long quest for answers. This honest memoir of fierce and faithful parenting takes readers on a heartfelt journey through chronic illness and Asperger’s syndrome to discover the healing bond between a boy and his chicken. Navigating the complex landscape of modern medicine and genetics, through a rare diagnosis of Trisomy 8 Mosaicism and an experimental bone marrow transplant, readers venture to places where chickens talk, superheroes come alive, and a boy on the brink of death finds the courage to survive."

Friday, January 19, 2018

Making Pancakes from Scratch

Making Pancakes from Scratch

Mornings are meant for quiet time, coffee and pancakes! In our home, pancakes are a serious thing.

They're my favorite "Day Off" breakfast. I get up really early in the morning and begin making them before the farmer wakes up. The smell of freshly made pancakes fill the entire house and then comes the smell of warm syrup flowing over them. Okay, now I'm making myself hungry!

When you live on a farm and love pancakes as much as I do, sure you could drive to the nearest Dollar General and pick up a box of Bisquick, but where is the fun in that? You know me, I can find a homemade recipe for anything that I want to eat! Here's my recipe: