Raising Chickens

If there is a cold, hard win­ter, the insects die and don’t’ come back in the sum­mer as bad

That wives’ tale isn’t true.

We had the cold­est, snowiest win­ter here yet and the ticks are in abun­dance this spring. I think the snow just gave them extra insu­la­tion from the cold.

That’s one of the rea­sons I would love to have a few chick­ens. They keep the bug pop­u­la­tion to a minimum.

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It is Hot and Humid at our Little House

I love sum­mer, but the heat and humid­ity that Arkansas is known for has def­i­nitely set in and that means more mois­ture prob­lems here at Our Little House.

Dakota

Last week, I had to take Dakota to the vet as she had what turned out to be a scratch on her cornea, as well as a dou­ble ear infec­tion. The vet told me dogs get these yeast infec­tions in their ears when there is a lot of humidity.

I’ve writ­ten here before about the humid­ity issues in the base­ment at The Belle Writer’s Studio, as well as in the metal stor­age build­ing where most of our fur­ni­ture is stored.

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The Hours Count Down Until the Finale

Tonight ends an era for me on tele­vi­sion. The final episode of “24” will play out in a 2-hour series finale that I’m sure will even­tu­ally find a new time on the big screen.

My mother and I began watch­ing it in the fall of 2001 because we like Kiefer Sutherland, and yes, maybe in those months fol­low­ing 911, we needed to see an American hero putting some whoop on the bad guys.

As tele­vi­sion became less and less appeal­ing to me with all of the “real­ity” shows that aren’t real, Mom and I stuck with “24.”

When she lived down the road from us, we usu­ally watched it sep­a­rately in our own homes, call­ing each other dur­ing com­mer­cials, replay­ing every last tick-tocked moment and antic­i­pat­ing what would hap­pen next.

We watched it together first in 2004 when Mom was in the hos­pi­tal after her heart attack.

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Airing our Dirty Laundry

Before I start on today's post,  I wanted to let you know that the eggs in the nest on the front cov­ered porch hatched yes­ter­day! I can see 4, maybe 5 teeny tiny naked birds no big­ger than a nickel!

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As with most every­thing, our Little House pro­vides ben­e­fits for some things being handy, other things, not so handy.

Take the laun­dry, which is one of my least favorite things to do. About the only thing I enjoy about it is hav­ing it folded and put away until next time.

At our house in the city, we lit­er­ally had enough clothes in our clos­ets that allowed me to some­times let the laun­dry go for up to 3 weeks at a time. Of course, Dale had uni­forms where he worked and they did that dirty, oily laun­dry, so it was mainly my clothes and his week­end wear.

Here at our Little House, we don’t have much closet or dresser space and I can barely scoot past the dirty chore for more than a week. As well, there isn’t room to put many dirty clothes – unlike our house in the city – where the clothes­bas­ket was in a spare bed­room where I could just shut the door.

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