Urban Farm

If you would have told me 5 years ago that I would be planting starts for a garden in February and raising chickens for eggs I would have told you that you were crazy.  I still think it is a little crazy, but that is my life now.  I, a full fledged city girl, married a city farm boy.  He thinks he is a country boy, but come on!  He was raised in a suburb of Boise.  Anyway, we had 5 chickens and due to giving some away and the appetite of a few dogs, we have no chickens left.  We put up a fence around the coop and we are starting from scratch. 

We picked up 4 chickens after work today.  The kids came and helped.  They are pretty cute. 

We set up a Rubbermaid tub with food, water, and a heat lamp in the nursery.  The nursery is currently empty and will be empty while the chickens grow.  They should be able to go outside in May.  That will be perfect timing for Baby Jenkins. 

Oh yeah...and we got a duck too.  It won't fly and it will also give us eggs.  I couldn't resist.  Look how CUTE she is!

We got three varieties of chickens.  We will get green, brown, and duck eggs.  I guess the Duck eggs are good for baking, or at least that is what the lady at the store told us. 

 Here is the whole production.  We put a child door handle cover on the door so that no one (Bruce) will disturb them.

 And here is our set up for our starts.  Alan built a shelf in the laundry room and hung a light.  We started onions, marigolds, and vincas.  They are all doing very well.  We will start another batch of plants on Saturday. 

The cat eats on top of the washing machine so the dogs won't eat her food.  Bad dogs!

  So I guess I am married to an urban farmer.  I try to be supportive, but I also have to level him out at times.  Today he was wearing cowboy boots.  Silly Alan.