New blog title being considered: The Biddy Blog, on account of us having almost as many chickens as dogs now.

Since we are new to the world of chicken raising and egg production, it should come as no surpise that we are learning new things just about daily. I mean, I knew there were 'fancy' chickens out there; I've gone to a few agricultural fairs in my day, but I didn't know that there were a group of fancy chickens that are called 'easter-eggers' as a result of their laying coloured eggs. Although they are called 'easter-eggers' however, they don't lay the eggs with stripes and zig-zags. They do, however, lay mottled eggs and so far with us at least, eggs that are blue and eggs that are pink. Neither of these colours are vibrant, being more muted and pastelle-like, but still, a pink egg from a chicken? I didn't know it was possible. It would seem like a good spot to post a picture of the eggs but I haven't taken any yet. Maybe next post.

At first, we thought the colour of the eggs was a result of them free ranging around our property and eating all the grass, clover and insects. Jenn did some research, though, and discovered this whole sub-culture of chicken folks and immediately decided that we needed to get our own flock of easter-eggers and so, Saturday we went to a local chicken raising guy (what do you call them, anyway?) to buy five more birds. These ones are extremely fancy: two have feathered feet, like a ptarmigan, some are mottled and most look more pheasant like than chicken like. I think that they have been crossed with some sort of game bird becasue their eggs are smaller, considerably so, and they can really fly. This new batch is fairly shy and skittish, though, so it was hard to get a picture of them. Below is the only good one I managed to get.

The new biddies.

Today was the go-get-fish day and since Jenn was not scheduled to work, the three of us went down to Killarney. As we were pulling out of the parking lot, having stopped to get a coffee, we noticed this one-of-a-kind motorcycle/car thingy. I said to Jenn that she had to get a picture of it so over she went. I could see in the mirror that she was talking to the driver, then I saw her taking a picture and heading back to the truck. "I sat on it!" she said before she was even in the truck. She was excited enough to have managed to forget to ask the name of the driver, who, she found out, built the thing himself.

The cool rig.

Jenn sitting on the cool rig.

Just to finish off: a few people have asked me what sort of fish we get when we go to Killarney. It's the pin bone fillet that comes off the regular fillet. Even though it is considered 'bone' it is still mostly meat, just annoying enough for people to eat so it's discarded. Herbert Fisheries gives it to us and our dog love it. We pick up two packers at a time, since I don't have enough freezer space to freeze more. This is what it looks like:

Fish in Packer.

Then, I transfer it to the cut-off bottom of a Rubbermaid container, freeze it and then cut it into dog-sized chunks.

Fish in the Rubbermaid flats.