Zombie Chickens

Dennis and his dada James gave Peepers this fine award. I imagine it was simply because Peepers is a chicken, not because the blog is particularly amazing. Or because Peepers is a zombie.

zombie_chicken_awardThe text that goes with it is as follows:

The blogger who receives this award believes in the Tao of the zombie chicken – excellence, grace and persistence in all situations, even in the midst of a zombie apocalypse. These amazing bloggers regularly produce content so remarkable that their readers would brave a raving pack of zombie chickens just to be able to read their inspiring words. As a recipient of this world-renowned award, you now have the task of passing it on to at least 5 other worthy bloggers. Do not risk the wrath of the zombie chickens by choosing unwisely or not choosing at all…

Now, much of the text is true, especially the bit about grace in the midst of a zombie apocalypse. I’m well known for my refusal to panic, even when things are at their most panic-worthy. I’m not so sure about the “inspiring words” bit, though.

The threat that comes at the end intrigues me enough that I think I will, in fact, refuse to pass this award on to anyone. Bring it on, zombie chickens!!

And here is a recent photo of the chickens for your viewing pleasure.

OMG OMG fresh grass clippings yay!!!

OMG OMG fresh grass clippings yay!!!

This is the best time of year for the chickens. Our yard consists of soft, moist rye grass, and our evil mulberry (or something) tree is staining everything with its delicious purple berries. So the chickens gorge themselves during their afternoon field trips (free range from 3 PM to sunset). They better enjoy it while it lasts–summer is just around the corner, and it’s going to be hot and miserable.


Merry Christmas to Peepers

It may be 70 degrees outside, but it’s still the holidays. I got Peepers a bale of hay for Christmas; she is loving life right now. Byrd and I spread the hay all over the ground inside Peepers’ coop (on top of rye grass seed–I hope some of it survives and grows). The hay is softer, cleaner, and warmer than the dirt/dead grass, and I can rake it out and replace it when it gets messy.

So today Peepers is busy scratching through the hay, eating it, and doing whatever chickens do.

I also got her some “cat grass” (not catnip–the regular grass stuff in the tiny pots at the pet store). She eats it from time to time but is not a big fan. I don’t know what type of grass that is. Maybe rye.


What you lookin' at?

What you lookin' at?

Happy holidays!