In case you missed it...

I'm over here now:

http://latebloomeradventures.wordpress.com

writing less about chickens.

Let me know what you think. Over there :)

About Eleanore

I am sorry for the abrupt halt in communication about my birds, or now actually, bird.
I was losing steam writing about them since things had really settled down and I didn't feel it was all that entertaining.
And then I toyed with the idea of spicing things up a little bit.
And then Eleanore died.
And then I was a little bit devastated.
If you can be a little bit devastated.
But Eleanore dying wasn't part of my plan to spice things up.
It just happened that way.

So, if you would like to know what happened that morning, please go here.

Bye Bye Birdy

I laid Eleanore to rest this morning in the woods behind the coop.

Kathy is dealing with this loss as a free range bird today. I don't think she will like to be alone, so as of Monday she is up for adoption to a good home.

The Myers Mini Farm is back to a one dog household.

Thanks for following.

Burning Question

Some of the 4 of you might be wondering...
Do you, like, even have chickens anymore?

I do. Nothing really exciting is going on, though.

I feel a  blog transition coming on. Get excited. Or just be ho hum. It is up to you.

I'll get excited though.

I think we need more arrows.

Did you know that there are stores that will buy gold?

Did you know that there are places that sell pizza?

Did you know these things before or after you saw the person dancing with the yellow arrow?

I knew before.

Still, I think we could use more arrows.

I think it would really clear things up.

You know, just to be sure.



In or Out

A few mornings ago I decided to make some eggs over medium for breakfast. One of the yolks broke upon entry to the pan. In a true moment of zen, I calmly started to scramble the eggs in the pan. (Sometimes when I want a fried egg, I want a fried egg, and a broken yolk can ruin a fair portion of my day. I am a little high strung on occasion.)

The yolks and the whites aren't exactly becoming homogeneous since I am mixing with a spatula and not the usual whisk or fork, yet amazingly I am embracing this two color combination and just being careful that everything cooks and isn't slimy. 

On a regular scrambled egg basis I whisk a couple of eggs in a bowl with a fork or small whisk. I whisk the heck out of those eggs, pour them into the pan and then move around with a spatula. (Not a scraper spatula, a flipper spatula - just to be clear).

Action shot - just in case you had trouble imagining my scrambled egg prep.

Well, ladies and gentleman... things are about to change here. My fried egg faux pas was a total game changer. I couldn't believe how much better the texture was. And I didn't even have a problem in the first place. From now on I will be an In Pan Scrambler. Unless I want cheesy scrambled eggs. That is a different ball game.

Where do you scramble? In or out?

Once Upon a Jog

Things I notice when I am out on foot.

Extreme Big Wheeling - quite a parking job!

What for/four? (Get it?)

One of my favorite houses on the route. (I think it might be for sale...)

My training partner.