One man’s meat chickens

Cornish crosses, at five weeks

The subject of the e-mail was ‘“soon”???’ The e-mail itself went like this: “Your definition of “soon” must be waaaay different from mine. Since Aug 11, virtually every day, I go to “Starving”, to see the new post, and it’s never there. I’m aware that you also write to make a living, but it seems […]

Coming soon: Another O’Gyver engineering project

waterer

I know a lot of you have a fondness for my husband.  In fact, I harbor a suspicion that, if Kevin weren’t a big part of Starving, I’d have almost no readers at all.  His projects — particularly the ill-fated chicken-plucker — seem to be the most interesting part of what we do here. So […]

UNCLE!

Sometimes, there's just no substitute for an annual.

I have had, until now, a rule that I never apologize for absences. Apologizing for being gone assumes that somebody, somewhere, is waiting breathlessly for your return. I assume no such thing, but at least a couple of you have been good enough to miss me, and so I break my rule and apologize. My […]

Inducing labor

Profoundly irrigating

I have a theory about spring. Spring is a con. Sure, there’s all this wonderful stuff going on as the world comes to life. Renewed perennials are peeking through warming soil. Chickens are scratching up bugs and the year’s first weeds. And, every day, you’re just grateful that it isn’t quite so cold. But it’s […]

Spring chickens

blondietrailer

If you listen to Tennyson, you know that spring is the time when a young man’s fancy turns to thoughts of love. It was smart of Tennyson to focus on the young when it comes to the thinking that happens in spring, because we older folk have much less poetic concerns. For starters, there’s the […]