So, tonight we were flushing water lines...getting ready for peeps again tomorrow. This task is an easy one for me. In fact, this was the ONLY thing Rod ever let me do before we were married, and that was only one time. What my job is...so everyone knows...I stand at the one end of the chicken floor, standing by the water lines. When Rod says "ok..1" I open the water line...which is just turning a little lever thing. When he says to close it, I do. Hard, huh? Ok...very easy, but still an important part. Otherwise he would have to keep walking from one end to the other end over and over...there are 4 waterlines on each floor. It doesn't take long with two people, and I rather enjoy the easy, no thinking job.
I was just thinking tonight as we were doing this, that I would blog about it, but it seemed like such a boring entry. I mean really....."I turned on the water lines, and then I turned them off." real exciting.
I guess God heard my thoughts. :) (as He always does..so be careful what you think about!) Anyway, as we were starting the second round of this, Rod as usual said to turn on 1 and 2. So I did. I turned on 1, and turned to turn on 2. Then.....KAWOOSH!! I looked back and saw a gusher of water coming out of line 1...and Rod was at the clear other end. I was smart enough, though, to know this was not good...hehehe Quickly I went back over to the line and turned it off...thinking that would be it...nope. It wasn't gushing anymore, but water was still coming out. Meanwhile, Rod is saying, "turn on number 2" I realized he didn't know it was gushing. So I yelled, "Number 1 exploded!"....for sure he would come running. Nope. He just said, "is there a lot coming out?".....ummmm.....YES!!! He told me where to turn the water off, and I did...and long story short....IT WASN'T MY FAULT!!! I was really glad to hear that! He forgot to open that line at the other end. Whew...I was totally off the hook.....wet, but off the hook! He fixed it all back up...because he is smart like that...and we finished flushing the lines. That was excitement enough for me...and I was thankful that I wore my beautiful hounds-tooth boots that everyone makes fun of...they kept my feet dry! :)
Lesson learned....never think any job is just boring...you never know when there is going to be a gusher of excitement. Until next time....eat more chicken!!
Monday, December 30, 2013
Friday, December 27, 2013
So Much Going On!
Hello, again, my Blog Friends! Here it is..like TEN days after my last post. This shouldn't be..but here is my excuses...like them or not...I was crazy busy doing all the usual Christmas stuff....which I admit, I LOVE! but still, it is a busy time, and then my computer was not working right...it wouldn't let me get on the internet, and when it did, it was terribly slow...like more than a normal slow (if there is such a thing), but it was REALLY ...R..E..A..L...L.........Y slow! And I don't like typing long things on my ipad mini...so I just waited for this chance that it might work for a little again...and WooHoo...today is the day!! :)
Ok....First Christmas as a chicken farmer's wife.....I had a wonderful Christmas Eve and also Christmas. I love this time of year....the happiness around, the little secrets of what you bought this person or that person, going to church and singing Christmas songs praising God for giving us His Only Son, the Christmas get-togethers, and of course...the food! But I especially loved waking up Christmas morning, saying "Merry Christmas" to my husband, and the first thing he said was, "Happy Birthday, Jesus!" :) I love that that was his first thought Christmas morning...of Jesus. I love Rod for his faith!
On a funnier note.....some unusual things this Christmas...we had two Christmases. One on Christmas Eve with his two younger kids, because they were spending Christmas day with their mom. We fondued (must not be an actual word according to spell check, but that is what we always said, so I am sticking to it), and then we let Amber and Avery open their gifts. It was a fun and relaxing evening to me....and I enjoyed watching everyone have fun "fondue-ing".
The other on Christmas day with two of my kids. It was different not having Kelsey home to wake us all up VERY early in the morning, anxiously awaiting to open gifts. Yes, she did take after her mother...I was the early bird on Christmas morning growing up too. In fact, I remember one year when my brother literally picked me up and threw me on top of my oldest sister to get her up. Needless to say, she was MAD! hahaha Anyway, this year was the latest that I have EVER gotten up on Christmas, and the latest that we ever opened our gifts. Here is the part being a chicken farmers came into play.....I had to go out to the chicken house to tell Rod when the kids got up! Yep....never had to do that before! I couldn't believe that he was actually going to go check chickens before we opened gifts!!!! He did get up early and go out, but still...I must admit, I was in shock when he told me that! (he was willing to sit away from us in his chicken clothes to let them open gifts....I said, "no" ....we wanted him to shower first...hahahahaha! I love his sense of humor. :)
We did get together later with Kelsey and Jake...my daughter and her husband, and then after that with the rest of my family....so all in all, it was a very enjoyable day. We missed Brad, but look forward to being able to spend some relaxed time with him later. I love our family!
Ok...enough about Christmas. In the chicken house....it is cleaning out time. This is a hard time....Rod is kept very busy cleaning out the chicken house after it is empty of chickens getting ready for the next round. In the other house he still has chickens, so he also has them to keep taking care of. So, he doesn't have much spare time. I feel bad for him. Hopefully he will soon show me how to drive a tractor or something so that I can help him...but for now, I am sort of useless out there. I will say, though, when I go out to the chicken house now...it doesn't stink so much! And the sawdust is nice and clean! :)
Now....I know you all have been anxiously awaiting the final results of my poll....so....here it is.......drum roll please...........(I don't know how to type out a drum roll...sorry! hehehe) Out of 38 people willing to answer my questions.....Do you like your toilet paper roll on over or under? and when you use toilet paper do you fold it or wad it?......Over is definitely the winner 32-6! WooHoo!! I knew it! And here is a small tidbit of information that my husband informed me of when we talked about toilet paper.....over is the correct way because if you take notice on toilet paper that has a design like a flower or something, if you put in on over, then the picture is upright. But if you put it on under, the design is upside down! Yep...I looked! The toilet paper with a design that we have is made that way!!! Cool info, huh?
Ok...so the second part...this was much closer and much more difficult for people. I only gave you two choices...folded or wadded...and several said something in the form of loosely folded. So, in the end, since the loosely folded ended up an even number, I just split it and gave to both sides. The results....VERY close...but folded won by two....20-18! I can not believe how neat some of you people out there must be! Wow! Good for you for taking the time to fold...me...I would be more of a wadder! Anyway, thank you all for your participation! :)
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from me!!
Until next time....eat more chicken!! :)
Ok....First Christmas as a chicken farmer's wife.....I had a wonderful Christmas Eve and also Christmas. I love this time of year....the happiness around, the little secrets of what you bought this person or that person, going to church and singing Christmas songs praising God for giving us His Only Son, the Christmas get-togethers, and of course...the food! But I especially loved waking up Christmas morning, saying "Merry Christmas" to my husband, and the first thing he said was, "Happy Birthday, Jesus!" :) I love that that was his first thought Christmas morning...of Jesus. I love Rod for his faith!
On a funnier note.....some unusual things this Christmas...we had two Christmases. One on Christmas Eve with his two younger kids, because they were spending Christmas day with their mom. We fondued (must not be an actual word according to spell check, but that is what we always said, so I am sticking to it), and then we let Amber and Avery open their gifts. It was a fun and relaxing evening to me....and I enjoyed watching everyone have fun "fondue-ing".
The other on Christmas day with two of my kids. It was different not having Kelsey home to wake us all up VERY early in the morning, anxiously awaiting to open gifts. Yes, she did take after her mother...I was the early bird on Christmas morning growing up too. In fact, I remember one year when my brother literally picked me up and threw me on top of my oldest sister to get her up. Needless to say, she was MAD! hahaha Anyway, this year was the latest that I have EVER gotten up on Christmas, and the latest that we ever opened our gifts. Here is the part being a chicken farmers came into play.....I had to go out to the chicken house to tell Rod when the kids got up! Yep....never had to do that before! I couldn't believe that he was actually going to go check chickens before we opened gifts!!!! He did get up early and go out, but still...I must admit, I was in shock when he told me that! (he was willing to sit away from us in his chicken clothes to let them open gifts....I said, "no" ....we wanted him to shower first...hahahahaha! I love his sense of humor. :)
We did get together later with Kelsey and Jake...my daughter and her husband, and then after that with the rest of my family....so all in all, it was a very enjoyable day. We missed Brad, but look forward to being able to spend some relaxed time with him later. I love our family!
Ok...enough about Christmas. In the chicken house....it is cleaning out time. This is a hard time....Rod is kept very busy cleaning out the chicken house after it is empty of chickens getting ready for the next round. In the other house he still has chickens, so he also has them to keep taking care of. So, he doesn't have much spare time. I feel bad for him. Hopefully he will soon show me how to drive a tractor or something so that I can help him...but for now, I am sort of useless out there. I will say, though, when I go out to the chicken house now...it doesn't stink so much! And the sawdust is nice and clean! :)
Now....I know you all have been anxiously awaiting the final results of my poll....so....here it is.......drum roll please...........(I don't know how to type out a drum roll...sorry! hehehe) Out of 38 people willing to answer my questions.....Do you like your toilet paper roll on over or under? and when you use toilet paper do you fold it or wad it?......Over is definitely the winner 32-6! WooHoo!! I knew it! And here is a small tidbit of information that my husband informed me of when we talked about toilet paper.....over is the correct way because if you take notice on toilet paper that has a design like a flower or something, if you put in on over, then the picture is upright. But if you put it on under, the design is upside down! Yep...I looked! The toilet paper with a design that we have is made that way!!! Cool info, huh?
Ok...so the second part...this was much closer and much more difficult for people. I only gave you two choices...folded or wadded...and several said something in the form of loosely folded. So, in the end, since the loosely folded ended up an even number, I just split it and gave to both sides. The results....VERY close...but folded won by two....20-18! I can not believe how neat some of you people out there must be! Wow! Good for you for taking the time to fold...me...I would be more of a wadder! Anyway, thank you all for your participation! :)
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from me!!
Until next time....eat more chicken!! :)
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Snow on the Farm
I must say, I don't really mind the snow here like I did when I lived in town. Two reasons....I don't have to shovel the sidewalks here!!! My house was on a corner, so I had to shovel a lot of sidewalk! I was very thankful when my neighbor got a snow blower and like to use it! :) The other reason is because out here, the snow doesn't get gray so easily...it stays white! It is so pretty to see it covering the yard...even several days later...because it is not all gray from the road traffic and from the train dust. So, I guess I can say, this year I am more thankful or more appreciative of the snow and its beauty! (I just wish it didn't come with the cold temperatures too! hehehe)
Very Important Poll!!
Good Morning!....see...no mouse half dead in a trap today!! :) However, last night I went out with a friend of mine...and we were discussing toilet paper. Yep....when you go with me, you never really know what you will talk about. But we got on to two questions about toilet paper and decided we needed to take a poll...so please help us out.
So..here we go....
1. Which way do you put the toilet paper on....over or under? Like do you like to pull it down from the top or up from the bottom?
and the second...a little more personal, but still a pondering question of ours.....
2. Do you fold your toilet paper or wad it up when you use it?
Those are the questions...pretty good ones, huh? This wondering and wandering mind wants to know!!!
I imagine, that even if you don't answer these publicly, they will still make you think about it! hahaha
Until next time....eat more CHICKEN!!! :)
So..here we go....
1. Which way do you put the toilet paper on....over or under? Like do you like to pull it down from the top or up from the bottom?
and the second...a little more personal, but still a pondering question of ours.....
2. Do you fold your toilet paper or wad it up when you use it?
Those are the questions...pretty good ones, huh? This wondering and wandering mind wants to know!!!
I imagine, that even if you don't answer these publicly, they will still make you think about it! hahaha
Until next time....eat more CHICKEN!!! :)
Monday, December 16, 2013
What to Do???
Morning, everyone! I can't say its a good morning...at least not all of it. We have a continuation of the Knouse House Mouse story. So, we hadn't caught any mice since the first mouse was caught. I was quite happy to be very honest, but deep...Deep....DEEP down I know usually there is more than one mouse. Well, today that notion came to life again...almost literally!
I was putting pine cones around to add a little touch to the Christmas decorating, went into what I call the TV room and happened to look on the floor. Low and behold there I saw the mouse trap! With a mouse in it!!!! The trap had been way back under the couch so the kids couldn't reach it and get their hands snapped in it. How did it get out to almost the middle of the floor??? When what to my wondering eyes did appear...a movement from that little mouse!!!!! IT WAS STILL ALIVE!!!! Now what do I do?!?!!? Do I pick up the trap and take it out? But what then? Or do I kick it back under the couch and wait for Rod to take care of it?? But what if it crawls back out? OH, what to do!?!
What did I do? I oh so carefully picked up the trap...by the little wire thing that holds the trap set, but was now loose because the mouse set the trap off. I took it outside and threw it into the snow. I was done. YEA!!!!
Nope.....I went back in, thinking surely the mouse would quickly die...especially in the snow after I had thrown it out. Or the dog would find it. Nope. Neither happened. I looked out the window...there it was...still wiggling. Now what? My heart couldn't take it. I had to do something ...again.
Ok....I know some of you are animal lovers who could never kill anything...and usually I would be right there with you. But, if I let it go, it would come back in and I would have this predicament all over again. And besides...its head would now be somewhat smooshed...how could it live like that? So, I decided I must do the humane thing and kill it myself. With what? Ok...to make a long story shorter...and because I really didn't like this part....I found a bat..and with one quick blow to the head...lets just say, the mouse is out of agony. I am sorry all you animals, I murdered a poor little mouse.
Oh the woes of this Chicken Farmer's wife. I came back into my house with my head hung down....and decided...I would write this blog!
So, until next time...keep the mice away from my house....and eat more chicken!!! :)
Monday, December 9, 2013
Snow Day!!
Hello, my blogger friends! Haven't written much of a post since my lost phone incident, so I figured I would write one today. Did you miss me? hehehe Probably not, but here I am anyway.
We have snow here on the farm today...and the schools are closed...which equals a day off. But really...is there any such thing as a day off? Especially living on a farm? I know I have a stack of laundry to do. Still have to feed the rabbit...not that that is hard job or anything, but still must be done in the snow! Rod will still be checking chickens....hehehe notice I didn't volunteer yet today to do that? :P I still have a house to clean. So, we don't really have a day off...just a change of plans for the day. Either way, I will take it!
I can't say that much different has been going on here. Oh, the chickens are already starting to go out. We get a call during the day, and they say "2000 white pullets are going out from house 1 at 6 tonight" I have to write it all down so that when I tell Rod I get it all right. I am not sure which of the details are needed, so I just tell him everything! In fact, if the man told me what color pants he was wearing, I would probably repeat that to Rod too!
The guy even tells me about the feeding schedule then too. Here I thought he was just telling me that because he knows I don't know anything. Isn't that nice of him?!?! I thought so, too. But then I found out he tells that to the farmers too, not just me. :) Rod did tell me I could use abbreviations for the message...like wp for white pullets....or 2k for 2000, and that he would know what that would mean. Again..how thoughtful....only, it would take me longer to think about what the abbreviation was than it does for me to just write it out. I will just continue to write it out....or if I want to look like I know what I am doing, I could rewrite the message for Rod with the abbreviations....hahaha I really am not dumb...I just don't think as fast as I used to, and this chicken language I am still learning, so it is just easier for me to do things the long way.
I haven't learned to do the equipment yet, like putting up feeders and water lines, so poor Rod had to come home from hunting camp the first night so that he could get things ready for the chickens to go out. That will be a job I will learn in time...just it was too much to explain to me over the phone. I felt bad for him...but I was glad to see him! :)
Oh! Something I forgot to tell you all about last week because I was so grossed out with my phone situation. Remember earlier when I said I liked the black/grey chickens better than the white ones? Well, I still do! That night when I went into the first chicken house, the white ones were the first for me to go through. And boy did they seem to have attitude! Maybe they were girl chickens...sorry, girls, but we do get attitudes much faster than guys do....or maybe these are just the teenage-ish chickens ...and again, sorry teenagers, you seem to have more attitudes (but I love you anyway)...but they had attitudes. Like "what?!? You want me to move?" ...and "who do you think you are walking in here disturbing us"....well, I got pecked by not one or two, but several of the white chickens!!! What's with that? It didn't hurt because I had on my cute boots, but still! How rude! :P hehehe The black or grey ones are still smaller, and they run to stay out of your way. Love it! :)
On a funny side note....as you know, I am happily, newly married...and its our first Christmas together...so we decided on a real tree for Christmas this year instead of the artificial trees we each had used in the past few years. So, on Saturday, we excitedly got into the truck and went and picked out a tree...a very nice tree. And brought it home. Rod looked for his tree stand...it was much to small...so I went to my old house to look for the stand we used before, and couldn't find it. So, here we were...with a beautiful Christmas tree, and no stand! hahaha...but thanks to Facebook...and a dear friend who said she had one we could have, we now have our tree in our house in a stand! (its just not decorated yet...I have to go get the lights from my other house!) :) When I figure out how to add pictures to this blog, I will post a picture of our first Christmas tree!
That's all for now...until next time...eat more chicken!!!
We have snow here on the farm today...and the schools are closed...which equals a day off. But really...is there any such thing as a day off? Especially living on a farm? I know I have a stack of laundry to do. Still have to feed the rabbit...not that that is hard job or anything, but still must be done in the snow! Rod will still be checking chickens....hehehe notice I didn't volunteer yet today to do that? :P I still have a house to clean. So, we don't really have a day off...just a change of plans for the day. Either way, I will take it!
I can't say that much different has been going on here. Oh, the chickens are already starting to go out. We get a call during the day, and they say "2000 white pullets are going out from house 1 at 6 tonight" I have to write it all down so that when I tell Rod I get it all right. I am not sure which of the details are needed, so I just tell him everything! In fact, if the man told me what color pants he was wearing, I would probably repeat that to Rod too!
The guy even tells me about the feeding schedule then too. Here I thought he was just telling me that because he knows I don't know anything. Isn't that nice of him?!?! I thought so, too. But then I found out he tells that to the farmers too, not just me. :) Rod did tell me I could use abbreviations for the message...like wp for white pullets....or 2k for 2000, and that he would know what that would mean. Again..how thoughtful....only, it would take me longer to think about what the abbreviation was than it does for me to just write it out. I will just continue to write it out....or if I want to look like I know what I am doing, I could rewrite the message for Rod with the abbreviations....hahaha I really am not dumb...I just don't think as fast as I used to, and this chicken language I am still learning, so it is just easier for me to do things the long way.
I haven't learned to do the equipment yet, like putting up feeders and water lines, so poor Rod had to come home from hunting camp the first night so that he could get things ready for the chickens to go out. That will be a job I will learn in time...just it was too much to explain to me over the phone. I felt bad for him...but I was glad to see him! :)
Oh! Something I forgot to tell you all about last week because I was so grossed out with my phone situation. Remember earlier when I said I liked the black/grey chickens better than the white ones? Well, I still do! That night when I went into the first chicken house, the white ones were the first for me to go through. And boy did they seem to have attitude! Maybe they were girl chickens...sorry, girls, but we do get attitudes much faster than guys do....or maybe these are just the teenage-ish chickens ...and again, sorry teenagers, you seem to have more attitudes (but I love you anyway)...but they had attitudes. Like "what?!? You want me to move?" ...and "who do you think you are walking in here disturbing us"....well, I got pecked by not one or two, but several of the white chickens!!! What's with that? It didn't hurt because I had on my cute boots, but still! How rude! :P hehehe The black or grey ones are still smaller, and they run to stay out of your way. Love it! :)
On a funny side note....as you know, I am happily, newly married...and its our first Christmas together...so we decided on a real tree for Christmas this year instead of the artificial trees we each had used in the past few years. So, on Saturday, we excitedly got into the truck and went and picked out a tree...a very nice tree. And brought it home. Rod looked for his tree stand...it was much to small...so I went to my old house to look for the stand we used before, and couldn't find it. So, here we were...with a beautiful Christmas tree, and no stand! hahaha...but thanks to Facebook...and a dear friend who said she had one we could have, we now have our tree in our house in a stand! (its just not decorated yet...I have to go get the lights from my other house!) :) When I figure out how to add pictures to this blog, I will post a picture of our first Christmas tree!
That's all for now...until next time...eat more chicken!!!
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
YUCK! YUCK! YUCK!
I was going to blog about things going on here, but I am grossed out at the moment, so this will be short! I lost my phone tonight...yep, you guess it...I lost it while working in the chicken house. So when I was all done, I had to go look for it. I found it....on the DEAD chicken pile. YUCK! YUCK! YUCK!!!!!!
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Happy Thanksgiving!
Happy Thanksgiving to all my blogger friends! That is something I can be thankful for...now I have a blog so I also get blogger friends! :) (Even though most of you are already my friends..hahaha)
So, here it is my first Thanksgiving as a farmer's wife. I have almost been married a month!! I am absolutely loving it! I even VOLUNTEERED to help walk through the chickens last night! Ok, so I had some ulterior motives...(if I helped him do that, he would have more time inside sorting through things in his old bedroom so that Lauren and Stephen would soon have their own rooms here...which is what we are working towards!)....but still, I did volunteer to go pick up dead, stinky and sometimes squashed chickens! And do you know what....I did enjoy it, because I knew we were doing it together! I love working together here..on the farm!!
So...another thing you must know that I am thankful for this morning....the Knouse House Mouse has been caught!!! And guess what else...my wonderful new husband took him outside for me...another thing to be thankful for!!
This morning I got up to stuff the turkey and get it into the roaster...I had my alarm set for 4AM...what an awful time of day! And Rod had to get up to turn the water off at the chicken house because he will be vaccinating the chickens. It was nice to have someone down here with me that early in the morning. It seemed funny, but good all at the same time. God has blessed me greatly with Rod!!!
So, be thankful today...for everything. I have a hanging (that will eventually go back up on a wall, but because I got MARRIED, it is in a box at the moment) that says "there is always, always, always something to be thankful for"..and that is so true. Some years as I was going through my divorce, it was harder to try to be thankful, but when I saw that sign, it was like a 2x4 hitting me along side the head. I had a lot to be thankful for then, and I needed to remember that. But today, it is quite easy to be thankful...and I am so, so very thankful for my new husband...our kids...and even those stinky chickens! And so much more! God has gotten us through so much and brought us to where we are today...HE IS SO GOOD..then, now and forever!
In closing....HAPPY THANKSGIVING to everyone out there in blog land..and today I will say..eat more turkey, but tomorrow eat more chicken!! :)
So, here it is my first Thanksgiving as a farmer's wife. I have almost been married a month!! I am absolutely loving it! I even VOLUNTEERED to help walk through the chickens last night! Ok, so I had some ulterior motives...(if I helped him do that, he would have more time inside sorting through things in his old bedroom so that Lauren and Stephen would soon have their own rooms here...which is what we are working towards!)....but still, I did volunteer to go pick up dead, stinky and sometimes squashed chickens! And do you know what....I did enjoy it, because I knew we were doing it together! I love working together here..on the farm!!
So...another thing you must know that I am thankful for this morning....the Knouse House Mouse has been caught!!! And guess what else...my wonderful new husband took him outside for me...another thing to be thankful for!!
This morning I got up to stuff the turkey and get it into the roaster...I had my alarm set for 4AM...what an awful time of day! And Rod had to get up to turn the water off at the chicken house because he will be vaccinating the chickens. It was nice to have someone down here with me that early in the morning. It seemed funny, but good all at the same time. God has blessed me greatly with Rod!!!
So, be thankful today...for everything. I have a hanging (that will eventually go back up on a wall, but because I got MARRIED, it is in a box at the moment) that says "there is always, always, always something to be thankful for"..and that is so true. Some years as I was going through my divorce, it was harder to try to be thankful, but when I saw that sign, it was like a 2x4 hitting me along side the head. I had a lot to be thankful for then, and I needed to remember that. But today, it is quite easy to be thankful...and I am so, so very thankful for my new husband...our kids...and even those stinky chickens! And so much more! God has gotten us through so much and brought us to where we are today...HE IS SO GOOD..then, now and forever!
In closing....HAPPY THANKSGIVING to everyone out there in blog land..and today I will say..eat more turkey, but tomorrow eat more chicken!! :)
Monday, November 25, 2013
The Knouse House Mouse
I am a Knouse.
I live in a house.
There is a mouse in my house.
It is the Knouse House Mouse!
Can I, Can I catch that mouse..Can I catch that mouse in my house?
No, no I can not catch that mouse...I can not catch the Knouse House Mouse!
Would I could I use a trap? Or perhaps give him a slap!
Would I could I use some cheese? Try with cheese..oh, yes please!
I did not, could not with a trap. Although it did go loudly WHAP!
It missed him, missed him so you see....he is still running, running FREE!!
I will try again tomorrow...and maybe there will be much less sorrow!
Patient..Patient I will be...I will catch him and you will see!
But for now you little mouse...I will just call you the Knouse House Mouse!
I live in a house.
There is a mouse in my house.
It is the Knouse House Mouse!
Can I, Can I catch that mouse..Can I catch that mouse in my house?
No, no I can not catch that mouse...I can not catch the Knouse House Mouse!
Would I could I use a trap? Or perhaps give him a slap!
Would I could I use some cheese? Try with cheese..oh, yes please!
I did not, could not with a trap. Although it did go loudly WHAP!
It missed him, missed him so you see....he is still running, running FREE!!
I will try again tomorrow...and maybe there will be much less sorrow!
Patient..Patient I will be...I will catch him and you will see!
But for now you little mouse...I will just call you the Knouse House Mouse!
Saturday, November 23, 2013
On My Own
Well, I did it! I walked through the chickens by myself this morning! I got up at 6:15 AM and was out at the chicken houses by 6:30....by 8:15 I was back in our house again. Not too, too bad I guess for the first time checking 4 floors.
So, I knocked on the first door...just like you are supposed to do to be polite..hahaha...no, really its to get the chickens to move away from the door. I walked in, took a deep breath to build up my courage. Big mistake!! These white peeps STINK! And the ground you walk on isn't quite the same as it was the first time that I helped to check the peeps! With 5 days of eating and pooping, why would I expect it to be? DUH! But I continued on...walking a zig-zag just like I was supposed to. Over the water line, over the feeders, over the other water line..tap the wall...and back to the middle. I felt like I really knew what I was doing. Only thing is, I think the white peeps have an attitude...they sure didn't want to move to much unless I was practically stepping on them...I was a bit shocked. They did move, just not like the last time. Boy oh boy how much difference a few days make in the life of a chicken.
On to the gray ones....I have determined I like them better at this point. They still ran away, they were smaller, the air was cooler down at their end, and they didn't stink as much! Yep, I liked the grey ones. they were still cute. And I like cute.
First building done. Now what do I do with the dead chickens? Rod took them out to the other end of the building the last time. So...do I let them sit in the buckets until he gets back..or should I be a good wife and take them out myself? Yep, you guessed it...I am a good wife. Well...you have to understand...I babysit for a living...I have an imagination...so I imagined what this was going to look like. I thought it was going to be this big smelly pit that I would throw the dead chickens into...they would be down in a hole and I wouldn't have to see them ever again. WRONG!! It is a pile of dead chickens in this little open shanty thing. All you do is throw the dead ones on top. Ok...not so big of deal, right? WRONG!...add a little dog who likes to eat dead chickens...he just follows you out. Next thing I know, he is running off somewhere with a dead chicken in his mouth...GROSS. Now I know why you don't have to feed him twice a day!
Now, on to the second building. These chickens are a week older than the others...ALL of them white chickens. Not so cute anymore. And in some places out there, your feet sort of sink into the "dirt." I think Rod usually adds sawdust to those places, but being new to this, I wasn't even sure if that is what he really does, nor did I even know where the sawdust was kept or what I would use to bring it in, so I just kept walking!
A few things I realized in this house....
1. If you can think and count at the same time, you can pray for a lot of people while you are checking chickens. I really don't think God minds if your prayers are interrupted for counting chickens as you pick up the next dead one.
2. Don't be too hasty to decide you might just actually like this job...because right after you think this, you might have to pick up a dead chicken whose head was smashed in the "dirt" and its leg was sort of squishy instead of hard or firm like the other dead ones you picked up prior to you thinking this.
3. While you are walking through chickens, don't wave your arms (with a bucket in your hand) up at your face if you walk through a spider web....it makes the chickens freak out! Thus causing them to try to fly...which only stirs up dust and feathers in your face!
4. While walking with a bucket in your hands in a chicken house...you are like God or Moses...by only raising your hand you can make the chickens run in all directions! Hahaha
Well, in closing, when all was said and done....I needed a good long shower, scrubbed my hair and skin until it was good and clean. But it took me all day to stop smelling the chicken house odor...it was in my nose from the dust of the spooked chickens...even after I blew my nose several times! Tomorrow I will wear a mask! Won't that be a pretty accessory to my lovely outfit?!?!?!?
Goodnight, my blogger friends...until next time...eat more chicken!
So, I knocked on the first door...just like you are supposed to do to be polite..hahaha...no, really its to get the chickens to move away from the door. I walked in, took a deep breath to build up my courage. Big mistake!! These white peeps STINK! And the ground you walk on isn't quite the same as it was the first time that I helped to check the peeps! With 5 days of eating and pooping, why would I expect it to be? DUH! But I continued on...walking a zig-zag just like I was supposed to. Over the water line, over the feeders, over the other water line..tap the wall...and back to the middle. I felt like I really knew what I was doing. Only thing is, I think the white peeps have an attitude...they sure didn't want to move to much unless I was practically stepping on them...I was a bit shocked. They did move, just not like the last time. Boy oh boy how much difference a few days make in the life of a chicken.
On to the gray ones....I have determined I like them better at this point. They still ran away, they were smaller, the air was cooler down at their end, and they didn't stink as much! Yep, I liked the grey ones. they were still cute. And I like cute.
First building done. Now what do I do with the dead chickens? Rod took them out to the other end of the building the last time. So...do I let them sit in the buckets until he gets back..or should I be a good wife and take them out myself? Yep, you guessed it...I am a good wife. Well...you have to understand...I babysit for a living...I have an imagination...so I imagined what this was going to look like. I thought it was going to be this big smelly pit that I would throw the dead chickens into...they would be down in a hole and I wouldn't have to see them ever again. WRONG!! It is a pile of dead chickens in this little open shanty thing. All you do is throw the dead ones on top. Ok...not so big of deal, right? WRONG!...add a little dog who likes to eat dead chickens...he just follows you out. Next thing I know, he is running off somewhere with a dead chicken in his mouth...GROSS. Now I know why you don't have to feed him twice a day!
Now, on to the second building. These chickens are a week older than the others...ALL of them white chickens. Not so cute anymore. And in some places out there, your feet sort of sink into the "dirt." I think Rod usually adds sawdust to those places, but being new to this, I wasn't even sure if that is what he really does, nor did I even know where the sawdust was kept or what I would use to bring it in, so I just kept walking!
A few things I realized in this house....
1. If you can think and count at the same time, you can pray for a lot of people while you are checking chickens. I really don't think God minds if your prayers are interrupted for counting chickens as you pick up the next dead one.
2. Don't be too hasty to decide you might just actually like this job...because right after you think this, you might have to pick up a dead chicken whose head was smashed in the "dirt" and its leg was sort of squishy instead of hard or firm like the other dead ones you picked up prior to you thinking this.
3. While you are walking through chickens, don't wave your arms (with a bucket in your hand) up at your face if you walk through a spider web....it makes the chickens freak out! Thus causing them to try to fly...which only stirs up dust and feathers in your face!
4. While walking with a bucket in your hands in a chicken house...you are like God or Moses...by only raising your hand you can make the chickens run in all directions! Hahaha
Well, in closing, when all was said and done....I needed a good long shower, scrubbed my hair and skin until it was good and clean. But it took me all day to stop smelling the chicken house odor...it was in my nose from the dust of the spooked chickens...even after I blew my nose several times! Tomorrow I will wear a mask! Won't that be a pretty accessory to my lovely outfit?!?!?!?
Goodnight, my blogger friends...until next time...eat more chicken!
Friday, November 22, 2013
Keeping Clean!!
Good morning! I haven't had much to do in the chicken houses the past couple of days....Rod takes care of it while I still have the kids here that I babysit. But guess what...I will be back in the chicken houses this weekend...so who knows what's in store for that!
Now....Keeping Clean! Awhile back, I was talking to a friend of mine...who has a farm of her own. We were talking about going on a (short) trip and sleeping in Wal-mart parking lots. (This is something on my bucket list, by the way.) She asked about showers, and I just said we could stop at a truck stop or camp ground and get a shower (but not to sleep at the camp ground), or we could just wash at the Wal-mart. She didn't like the second idea much at all. I thought it was funny because what was the big deal...we wouldn't have done much to get too dirty during the day except drive, so for one night we it wouldn't be too bad just to wash. But her mom said, it is just something in farming people...they shower often because of the farm dirt. I nodded my head..trying to understand. I could imagine, but truly, I didn't have that experience of getting that dirty that many times in a day. But I just left it at that.
Now, fast forward to this month. I UNDERSTAND!!! On Sunday, I got up and showered for church as usual. Then when we went out to walk through the peeps...well, lets just say, I smelled afterwards! And that was from only walking through peeps...not even the big chickens. So guess what...I got a second shower for the day and it wasn't even 3 o'clock yet! And a better example yet...I have seen (and smelled) my husband before and after he has checked the chickens...and he does a lot more out there with the feed stuff and all the equipment....and I am VERY thankful he takes a shower afterwards...I don't care how many times a day. I love to hug him...even when he smells like chicken house, but it sure is nicer after he has showered and put on clean clothes! I think I must have the cleanest husband around! :)
But that brings up my second point of keeping clean...LAUNDRY! Before, we had enough laundry at my house that I COULD do it everyday. But if i left it go a day (or two) it didn't really matter. No problem, I just had more to do in a day, and I could just close the laundry room door and no one else had to see it. However, here...I do not let it go. There would be quite the odor if I let his chicken clothes (and now mine mixed in too when I get to help) go for three days! We also have more towels and wash cloths being used to add to the amount of the laundry. And to multiply problem....the washer and dryer here are in the closed-in porch where everybody comes into the house. Imagine if you came here and smelled that before you came into my house every time...I am sure you would probably start using the front door! So...needless to say, I am doing laundry EVERYDAY! What a chicken farmer's wife I am becoming!! hahahahaha
So...until next time...keep it clean and eat more chicken!! :)
Now....Keeping Clean! Awhile back, I was talking to a friend of mine...who has a farm of her own. We were talking about going on a (short) trip and sleeping in Wal-mart parking lots. (This is something on my bucket list, by the way.) She asked about showers, and I just said we could stop at a truck stop or camp ground and get a shower (but not to sleep at the camp ground), or we could just wash at the Wal-mart. She didn't like the second idea much at all. I thought it was funny because what was the big deal...we wouldn't have done much to get too dirty during the day except drive, so for one night we it wouldn't be too bad just to wash. But her mom said, it is just something in farming people...they shower often because of the farm dirt. I nodded my head..trying to understand. I could imagine, but truly, I didn't have that experience of getting that dirty that many times in a day. But I just left it at that.
Now, fast forward to this month. I UNDERSTAND!!! On Sunday, I got up and showered for church as usual. Then when we went out to walk through the peeps...well, lets just say, I smelled afterwards! And that was from only walking through peeps...not even the big chickens. So guess what...I got a second shower for the day and it wasn't even 3 o'clock yet! And a better example yet...I have seen (and smelled) my husband before and after he has checked the chickens...and he does a lot more out there with the feed stuff and all the equipment....and I am VERY thankful he takes a shower afterwards...I don't care how many times a day. I love to hug him...even when he smells like chicken house, but it sure is nicer after he has showered and put on clean clothes! I think I must have the cleanest husband around! :)
But that brings up my second point of keeping clean...LAUNDRY! Before, we had enough laundry at my house that I COULD do it everyday. But if i left it go a day (or two) it didn't really matter. No problem, I just had more to do in a day, and I could just close the laundry room door and no one else had to see it. However, here...I do not let it go. There would be quite the odor if I let his chicken clothes (and now mine mixed in too when I get to help) go for three days! We also have more towels and wash cloths being used to add to the amount of the laundry. And to multiply problem....the washer and dryer here are in the closed-in porch where everybody comes into the house. Imagine if you came here and smelled that before you came into my house every time...I am sure you would probably start using the front door! So...needless to say, I am doing laundry EVERYDAY! What a chicken farmer's wife I am becoming!! hahahahaha
So...until next time...keep it clean and eat more chicken!! :)
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
I'm Checking the Peeps...well, helping at least
Sorry I didn't get this in yesterday...two reasons..1. I never got more than 10 minutes on the computer at a time yesterday (and yes this takes me a lot more than that to do) and 2. I couldn't figure out how to get back into this! I had no idea my user name, or which e-mail account I used (I set up a new one for Rod, and google made me do one to get a blog, etc.) But after 20 minutes of pushing buttons to help figure that all out, I am on!
So...checking the peeps! What an experience....I can't say it was exactly like I expected, but I wasn't totally off either. I really wasn't sure how I would react to picking up the dead peeps. I really wasn't sure I would like this part of the job, but I was still excited to be doing it.
Side note for those who have just met me through this blog...I had asked Rod about helping before we were married, but he kept telling me, "Not yet." I think he was a genius....this only made me want to do it more!
Ok..back to the work. Rod had said he would teach me about checking the peeps just in case I ever needed to do it for him. I was again thrilled to have another job I could learn. You must remember..this is all new and exciting...to me its an adventure...I know to those of you who have done this practically all your life, I am crazy to be excited...but just try to remember the first time you got to do something that you have been wanting to do a LONG time!
So, Sunday after church and after lunch, Rod said, "Go get your chicken house clothes on." Oh, boy! here we go! First problem....what do I wear for my chicken house clothes? I knew it would be hot and dirty.
So I put on my tried and true tie-dyed Juniata t-shirt..the most comfortable one I have...and jeans. But what shoes? I asked Rod. He said I could wear my old sneakers, but I would have dirt (poop and sawdust) in them by the time we were done. So I asked about my boots. With a smile on his face, he said they would work and I could wash them off afterwards. So that is how I got to wear my black and white hounds-tooth boots that you see in my picture. Hahaha..quite the outfit, don't you think?
So, after getting my picture taken(because this was a momentous occasion you know!), we were off to check the chickens. I thought we would walk up straight through on one side, and then straight back through on the other side. I mean really...how hard is that. I knew we would pick up dead peeps along the way putting them into our bucket. Little did I know that you must zig-zag through on each side, stepping over the water line, then the feeders, and then another waterline. And back across the waterline, the feeder, and the other waterline. My legs are in for a good workout when I do this job! :) When you get to the wall, you just tap it a little bit to make the peeps (or chickens) move so you can see if there are any dead ones. You do this the whole way down the chicken house, and the whole way back! I figured I had to step over stuff at least 60 times per floor!! You don't want to trip over the waterlines or run into the cords holding them up...if you fall, you are falling into the sawdust and POOP! YUCK!
As you pick up the dead ones, you must count them. All is good until you get to the divider (which Rod made his size...not thinking that his wife would be shorter than him trying to get over it! When you cross the divider, you are now with another type (in this case color) of chicken, so you must remember both counts. I am so glad I like numbers and math!
How I did...and my reactions...well, I really didn't have a hard time picking up the dead ..little...peeps..by the legs. I felt bad for each one though. But some of the dead were actually flat! Trampled by the other peeps. They were sort of gross, but still, I could do that. (I had worked and gone to school to be a veterinary assistant, so I have seen and worked with dead animals before) The hardest, most nerve-wracking part....the little peeps who were almost dead, you knew they were dying! I didn't know what to do about them. So, I asked Rod...he said, "I'll take care of them." So, I kept going. Then I felt this thud in my bucket. He had taken care of that poor peep. Yes, you must kill them...then they don't need to suffer a long death I told myself. What I didn't think about....like all animals quickly killed....the body still flops! So, here in my bucket, was a poor, little, dead flopping peep!!!! Not an experience or feeling I will soon forget! Thankfully there were very, very few of them!
Checking chickens when they are peeps, I believe will be easier than when they are full grown. (That bucket of dead chickens will probably get heavy!), but Rod assures me there are less dead ones when they get older. I hope so!
I can't say I am really going to like this job. I am happy to know that I can, though. I was afraid I might get grossed out and want to gag, but I didn't. I wasn't sure I would like touching the dead peeps legs....it didn't bother me. And when I told my dad about the one Rod put in, and how I didn't like that, he said, "I guess you'll just have to toughen up!" hahaha...and my dad is one of the smartest men I know.
So...checking the peeps! What an experience....I can't say it was exactly like I expected, but I wasn't totally off either. I really wasn't sure how I would react to picking up the dead peeps. I really wasn't sure I would like this part of the job, but I was still excited to be doing it.
Side note for those who have just met me through this blog...I had asked Rod about helping before we were married, but he kept telling me, "Not yet." I think he was a genius....this only made me want to do it more!
Ok..back to the work. Rod had said he would teach me about checking the peeps just in case I ever needed to do it for him. I was again thrilled to have another job I could learn. You must remember..this is all new and exciting...to me its an adventure...I know to those of you who have done this practically all your life, I am crazy to be excited...but just try to remember the first time you got to do something that you have been wanting to do a LONG time!
So, Sunday after church and after lunch, Rod said, "Go get your chicken house clothes on." Oh, boy! here we go! First problem....what do I wear for my chicken house clothes? I knew it would be hot and dirty.
So I put on my tried and true tie-dyed Juniata t-shirt..the most comfortable one I have...and jeans. But what shoes? I asked Rod. He said I could wear my old sneakers, but I would have dirt (poop and sawdust) in them by the time we were done. So I asked about my boots. With a smile on his face, he said they would work and I could wash them off afterwards. So that is how I got to wear my black and white hounds-tooth boots that you see in my picture. Hahaha..quite the outfit, don't you think?
So, after getting my picture taken(because this was a momentous occasion you know!), we were off to check the chickens. I thought we would walk up straight through on one side, and then straight back through on the other side. I mean really...how hard is that. I knew we would pick up dead peeps along the way putting them into our bucket. Little did I know that you must zig-zag through on each side, stepping over the water line, then the feeders, and then another waterline. And back across the waterline, the feeder, and the other waterline. My legs are in for a good workout when I do this job! :) When you get to the wall, you just tap it a little bit to make the peeps (or chickens) move so you can see if there are any dead ones. You do this the whole way down the chicken house, and the whole way back! I figured I had to step over stuff at least 60 times per floor!! You don't want to trip over the waterlines or run into the cords holding them up...if you fall, you are falling into the sawdust and POOP! YUCK!
As you pick up the dead ones, you must count them. All is good until you get to the divider (which Rod made his size...not thinking that his wife would be shorter than him trying to get over it! When you cross the divider, you are now with another type (in this case color) of chicken, so you must remember both counts. I am so glad I like numbers and math!
How I did...and my reactions...well, I really didn't have a hard time picking up the dead ..little...peeps..by the legs. I felt bad for each one though. But some of the dead were actually flat! Trampled by the other peeps. They were sort of gross, but still, I could do that. (I had worked and gone to school to be a veterinary assistant, so I have seen and worked with dead animals before) The hardest, most nerve-wracking part....the little peeps who were almost dead, you knew they were dying! I didn't know what to do about them. So, I asked Rod...he said, "I'll take care of them." So, I kept going. Then I felt this thud in my bucket. He had taken care of that poor peep. Yes, you must kill them...then they don't need to suffer a long death I told myself. What I didn't think about....like all animals quickly killed....the body still flops! So, here in my bucket, was a poor, little, dead flopping peep!!!! Not an experience or feeling I will soon forget! Thankfully there were very, very few of them!
Checking chickens when they are peeps, I believe will be easier than when they are full grown. (That bucket of dead chickens will probably get heavy!), but Rod assures me there are less dead ones when they get older. I hope so!
I can't say I am really going to like this job. I am happy to know that I can, though. I was afraid I might get grossed out and want to gag, but I didn't. I wasn't sure I would like touching the dead peeps legs....it didn't bother me. And when I told my dad about the one Rod put in, and how I didn't like that, he said, "I guess you'll just have to toughen up!" hahaha...and my dad is one of the smartest men I know.
Monday, November 18, 2013
Here Come the Peeps!
After returning from our honeymoon on a Monday, we were to get peeps that Tuesday and Wednesday. I was like a kid at Christmas...waiting and waiting...it couldn't come soon enough. Excited for the peeps...I guess, but more so for the first real job as a chicken farmer's wife.....to help dump the peeps!
I walked out with Rod toward the chicken house that Tuesday...trying to keep at his pace so I wouldn't look too eager. I wanted to run out there to the chicken house....but trying to keep my pride, and also knowing my bones are not what they used to be...I just walked beside him. Proud to be his wife...and proud to be finally helping him. I was beaming! (No, it doesn't take much to make me happy)
So, the truck came and I was given instructions from Rod and also a friend of ours, who had helped to do this before. I tried to listen so that I could do it right. I wanted to make a good impression for my new husband.
Well...here is my take on it....1. You have to move fast...and keep the rhythm ...which I didn't do too well, but not totally horribly 2. You can't think about the peeps...ummm...that was hard 3. You don't gently dump...its grab the tray, kind of throw and dump at the same time, and get that tray back quickly so that you don't mess up the stacking, grab the next one and just keep going....not too good at this either.
My problems....I was slower than the other guy, so my rhythm and his were off....I did think about those poor baby peeps. They were just babies. And sometimes one would have its leg stuck in a hole...I couldn't just leave it there...I had to get it out. So I sort of kept messing up the stacking.
But I tried the best I could. Rod said I did good for the first time...only I was a little too gentle! :) oops!
Wednesday came, and I couldn't figure out why my back hurt..until I remembered what I had been doing the day before. I will say, on Wednesday, I tried not to think about the peeps...I tried to keep up with the other guys (we had more people there on Wednesday because we were getting more peeps)...and I tried not to let on to the others that I was tired by the end of it! I felt very accomplished, even though I still am not too good at it. We put in around 34,000 peeps! That is a lot of peeps!
Here are a few things I have learned about chickens over the last several years of dating Rod...1. Cocks or Cockerels are the boys. Pullets are the girls. I still have to think about this most of the time. For reasons I will not discuss on a public blog. Just ask me sometime when you see me. 2. White chickens are yellow peeps to start. Blacks and Grays are very similar in color...but the grays have white feathers mixed in with the black feathers. Makes sense! (We got grays this time, but they looked like black peeps to me). But Reds are my favorite of the colors...we didn't get any in this time though. 3. The peep is actually formed from the white of the egg....the yellow part stays inside the peep and is food for its body...yuck! Rod said if you would cut open a newborn peep, you could see this. Bigger Yuck! Why would you want to? 4. The Chinese don't eat the white chickens because they have blue eyes.
Ok...for now, I am done...tomorrow I will write about my experience of "walking through" or checking the chickens. Until then...eat more CHICKEN! hahaha
I walked out with Rod toward the chicken house that Tuesday...trying to keep at his pace so I wouldn't look too eager. I wanted to run out there to the chicken house....but trying to keep my pride, and also knowing my bones are not what they used to be...I just walked beside him. Proud to be his wife...and proud to be finally helping him. I was beaming! (No, it doesn't take much to make me happy)
So, the truck came and I was given instructions from Rod and also a friend of ours, who had helped to do this before. I tried to listen so that I could do it right. I wanted to make a good impression for my new husband.
Well...here is my take on it....1. You have to move fast...and keep the rhythm ...which I didn't do too well, but not totally horribly 2. You can't think about the peeps...ummm...that was hard 3. You don't gently dump...its grab the tray, kind of throw and dump at the same time, and get that tray back quickly so that you don't mess up the stacking, grab the next one and just keep going....not too good at this either.
My problems....I was slower than the other guy, so my rhythm and his were off....I did think about those poor baby peeps. They were just babies. And sometimes one would have its leg stuck in a hole...I couldn't just leave it there...I had to get it out. So I sort of kept messing up the stacking.
But I tried the best I could. Rod said I did good for the first time...only I was a little too gentle! :) oops!
Wednesday came, and I couldn't figure out why my back hurt..until I remembered what I had been doing the day before. I will say, on Wednesday, I tried not to think about the peeps...I tried to keep up with the other guys (we had more people there on Wednesday because we were getting more peeps)...and I tried not to let on to the others that I was tired by the end of it! I felt very accomplished, even though I still am not too good at it. We put in around 34,000 peeps! That is a lot of peeps!
Here are a few things I have learned about chickens over the last several years of dating Rod...1. Cocks or Cockerels are the boys. Pullets are the girls. I still have to think about this most of the time. For reasons I will not discuss on a public blog. Just ask me sometime when you see me. 2. White chickens are yellow peeps to start. Blacks and Grays are very similar in color...but the grays have white feathers mixed in with the black feathers. Makes sense! (We got grays this time, but they looked like black peeps to me). But Reds are my favorite of the colors...we didn't get any in this time though. 3. The peep is actually formed from the white of the egg....the yellow part stays inside the peep and is food for its body...yuck! Rod said if you would cut open a newborn peep, you could see this. Bigger Yuck! Why would you want to? 4. The Chinese don't eat the white chickens because they have blue eyes.
Ok...for now, I am done...tomorrow I will write about my experience of "walking through" or checking the chickens. Until then...eat more CHICKEN! hahaha
First Blog Post!!!...(Original, huh?)
Well, here it is...my first blog post. There are so many things in my head right now that I want to write about, but I think it would be best to first tell people about myself...a little bit, anyway. I don't know how to put this on the "about me" thing, so you are getting it in my first post.
Hmmm...where to start...well, I was born. (hahahaha....sorry, I am just excited to have a blog.) Seriously...I am a newlywed....yep, at 44 I am a newlywed. We just got married on Nov. 1, 2013! I love it! Together, my HUSBAND Rod and I have 6 kids...three girls and three boys...we are the Knouse Knot instead of the "Brady Bunch". I have always wanted to have 7 kids (actually I wanted them all to be boys, but I love my girls and wouldn't have it any other way now), but I only had three physically myself, and Rod had three, and I have a son-in-law! So at the moment, I have my 7 kids! And we live on a farm...a CHICKEN farm!There is a ton more stuff about me, but I hate writing that kind of stuff, so you will just have to learn about me as you read my blog posts.
A bit of back round for you that may be important later. I grew up in a very small town...but it was a town...I DID NOT grow up on a farm! And I have lived in a town with my kids. I am a town girl as a new neighbor has told me. :) So, this is a very new experience for me!
Since the time that I was a little girl and I went with my dad back to "the farm" to get our milk, I have wanted to live on a farm. I loved the entire idea...an old beautiful farmhouse, a big barn (and in my mind it would be filled with animals), a big yard, a garden, and my husband and I would be hardworking and have our seven boys running around..some in bare feet, but all in jeans that were dirty from all the playing in the farm yard. That was my dream.
However, that didn't come true until this month. No, I don't have a garden (yet), and I do have girls, and 4 of our six kids are college age or older, so really only one who runs around (the other one is a junior in high school and a girl so she doesn't run around the farm yard too much anymore either), and although we do have a barn, it is not filled with animals (again...yet! hehehe). But...we do have a beautiful farm house, we do have a barn, and my husband is very hardworking...besides raising chickens, he has a full-time job working at a local tinware place. (Being new to blogging, I don't know the rules on what businesses I can mention and all that...so for now...its a local tinware place). We do however have what I never dreamed of having...two chicken houses!! With thousands of chickens!
Now...this is why I am starting my blog....a small town girl is at age 44 going to learn to be a chicken farmer's wife...and I am beyond excited! For everything! Except snakes...not looking forward to those. I am looking forward to helping in the chicken houses, to knowing stuff about them..like controlling the temperatures, to learning to DRIVE A TRACTOR!!, and who knows what else this job of farmer's wife entails. This could be fun. So come along and learn with me! :) or more than likely...laugh at (and/or with) me!
Hmmm...where to start...well, I was born. (hahahaha....sorry, I am just excited to have a blog.) Seriously...I am a newlywed....yep, at 44 I am a newlywed. We just got married on Nov. 1, 2013! I love it! Together, my HUSBAND Rod and I have 6 kids...three girls and three boys...we are the Knouse Knot instead of the "Brady Bunch". I have always wanted to have 7 kids (actually I wanted them all to be boys, but I love my girls and wouldn't have it any other way now), but I only had three physically myself, and Rod had three, and I have a son-in-law! So at the moment, I have my 7 kids! And we live on a farm...a CHICKEN farm!There is a ton more stuff about me, but I hate writing that kind of stuff, so you will just have to learn about me as you read my blog posts.
A bit of back round for you that may be important later. I grew up in a very small town...but it was a town...I DID NOT grow up on a farm! And I have lived in a town with my kids. I am a town girl as a new neighbor has told me. :) So, this is a very new experience for me!
Since the time that I was a little girl and I went with my dad back to "the farm" to get our milk, I have wanted to live on a farm. I loved the entire idea...an old beautiful farmhouse, a big barn (and in my mind it would be filled with animals), a big yard, a garden, and my husband and I would be hardworking and have our seven boys running around..some in bare feet, but all in jeans that were dirty from all the playing in the farm yard. That was my dream.
However, that didn't come true until this month. No, I don't have a garden (yet), and I do have girls, and 4 of our six kids are college age or older, so really only one who runs around (the other one is a junior in high school and a girl so she doesn't run around the farm yard too much anymore either), and although we do have a barn, it is not filled with animals (again...yet! hehehe). But...we do have a beautiful farm house, we do have a barn, and my husband is very hardworking...besides raising chickens, he has a full-time job working at a local tinware place. (Being new to blogging, I don't know the rules on what businesses I can mention and all that...so for now...its a local tinware place). We do however have what I never dreamed of having...two chicken houses!! With thousands of chickens!
Now...this is why I am starting my blog....a small town girl is at age 44 going to learn to be a chicken farmer's wife...and I am beyond excited! For everything! Except snakes...not looking forward to those. I am looking forward to helping in the chicken houses, to knowing stuff about them..like controlling the temperatures, to learning to DRIVE A TRACTOR!!, and who knows what else this job of farmer's wife entails. This could be fun. So come along and learn with me! :) or more than likely...laugh at (and/or with) me!
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