It is almost that time again: time for a broiler pen. Raising chickens for meat is something we strive to improve upon year after year- as a 4-H project and as a way to provide for our family. This past weekend the farm boy and I traveled to our farm co-op to attend a class all about raising broilers. Informative and reassuring, it was well worth our trip, but - that was not all we did.
We purchased farm seeds for our upcoming planting season; here in the south, we start planting some spring crops now. Touring the garden area and chatting over plots and pottings, farm boy and I scooped and weighed seeds of all kinds: peas, corn, beans, greens and onion sets among the few.
Along the way we stopped at a few little antique shops to browse and banter over old weapons, tools and farm items. Conversations varied from treadle sewing machines to Old Timer pocket knives and rustic Civil War bayonets.
All too soon the day ended back at home with chores needing done and dinner to be prepared. The end of day found us all sitting round the living room sharing tid-bits from our day: from the therapy sessions the girls assisted in, farm papa's work day, and our travels. A meal was shared; lives were shared; and our day ended with chatter about chickens.