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21 April 2011

Hazy Shade of Winter

Posted by Peter Hoelter | File under Photo Gallery

Winter really is a blur for our family. With both of us busy at work, and the rain clouds omnipresent, we tried to make the most of that rare time when sunshine and free time collide. Special events include two birthdays, and trips to the beach and Evergreen Aviation Museum.

17 April 2011

Last few weeks…

Posted by Jenny Hoelter | File under Home

A visit from Uppa! With a picnic at Baskett Slough and birdwatching…

A very happy 40th Anniversary dinner for Mark and Miriam with HUGE platters of food, lots of singing (accompanied by an accordian!), and the love that produced this bunch. As always, I’m touched and grateful to be a part of this family! We had a little trouble getting the picture taken…

And the chicken update:

Coop is progressing, which is good because the girls are getting a little bored in their box. I added a roost and gave them some dandelion greens today for distraction. They are getting their feathers, losing their fluff and looking a little rough around the edges. But, ALIVE and nobody’s clearly a rooster yet.

2 April 2011

Chick Day

Posted by Jenny Hoelter | File under Home

Hold onto your hats, folks! The Hoelters have pets.

We have 3 little chicks peeping under the kitchen counter tonight!

Meet Goldie (Golden Sex-Link), Annie (Australorp), and Rhoda (Rhode Island Red). Be HONORED Aunt Rhoda!

The kids and I showed up at Old Mill Feed and Garden this morning to pick up our Barred Plymouth Rock chicks, carefully researched and selected for their suitability as an urban flock. Due to an unfortunate “hatching failure”, the situation quickly changed from “Yay! Picking up the chickens!” to “But we WANT some chickens!” Add screeching from Drew and tears from Sara. So, I made a decision (that I hope I won’t live to regret) and we came home with a mixed bag. There’s always the chicken foster home in Union.

There has been much chicken watching.

They seem to be fairly perky, perching on their feeder and peeping like mad when somebody peeks into their box. I did not follow my mother’s advice and allow for a 50% mortality rate. So we shall see.

While the kids and I were setting up our brooder and getting the chicks, Peter got down to work on the henhouse. I tell you, that man never ceases to surprise me.