A new beginning

In many cultures around the world, eggs and — in particular — chicks are symbolic of new life and rebirth. So picking up two new chicks today couldn't have happened at a better time. In recent days, I have faced serious struggles. I walked into the heart of the storm, and somehow emerged on the …

Week eight: Clucky

"CLUCK!" Up to this point, the girls have made a variety of noises that range from their infant "peeps" to sing-songy trills. But this time it was undeniable. Loretta goes down as the first chick to cluck. It was throaty, and confident. Just as I would expect from her. Hours later there's a dust-up in …

A big, big world

Normally when I go out at dusk, the girls already are tucked away in the hen house. But last night, they busily munched away on a large piece of watermelon. We had a rare 86-degree May day, and the girls were riled up. I opened the coop door and told them it was time for …

Week seven: Pecking order

Just seven short weeks ago, I was teaching three little chicks how to drink ... and marveling at their fuzzball antics. Today, they are miniature chickens, testing their wings and chasing worms. My, how time flies. Loretta, Nellie and Gigi just finished their first full week in the chicken coop. The first night was cold …