Welcome Back Hens!

 

The Hens are home! Dave enclosed their run so that it can become their temporary home until the spring when it will be easier (read: not insanely cold out) to rebuild their actual coop. On the next warm-ish winter day, however, we'll head out to paint a cheery scene on the walls of their temporary coop because in its current state it's giving creepy-shack-in-the-woods-inhabited-by-a-hermit vibes and it's freaking us out. Thankfully the wreath helps....a bit. xo

On New Year's Eve

Emma spent the majority of her New Year's Eve getting the deck cleared and gathering the bits of our pulverized Bird Buddy collected. Once she had the branches cut down and piled she called me to come see how much she had cleared. It was then that I decided to take a closer look at the damage that had occurred as a result of the wind taking the tree down. Seeing the chicken coop brought tears to my eyes. It's truly incredible that none of the hens were hurt or injured with how much damage the coop sustained. The goal now, in addition to continued clean up is to get the coop repaired so that we can bring the hens home from the Miele's house. We are so incredibly grateful to them for taking our small flock in. 

Art by Jennifer Vallez pretty much sums up how I felt out this year (outside of this house that is). 

It wouldn't be New Year's Eve if we did not have Chinese food for dinner, review the goals we had set for the year that was ending (we did pretty good!) and set out intentions/goals for the coming year. Here's to hoping that the chaos of 2025 stays in 2025 and that with the arrival of 2026 compassion, kindness and a just world for all arrive with it. xo 

New Year's Eve Eve

 

At 5:00pm David and I were jolted awake by an incredibly loud noise. He sprang out of bed and looked out our window to see that a giant tree had fallen and injured the chicken coop. He immediately headed downstairs and outside, while I woke up the girls since this was an all hands on deck kind of situation. Emma headed outside just as quickly as David did and began collecting the hens. Grace remained inside to receive each hen as she was brought in and I took to documenting the events that had occurred as well as started to figure out if/where we could find a coop for the hens in New England in the winter. Twenty-twenty five is just not going out easy. xo