My wife cut her thumb this past week. She was juggling a sharp knife (not literally) and a tupperware container and somehow sliced her thumb below the nail, right where those creases are. Not only did it hurt terribly, she hasn’t bent her thumb now for days, in fear of re-opening the slice. The first night I wrapped it in gauze. Now she’s got a little homemade splint, holding it still. I think it’s cute.
She is not amused.
And, she’s frustrated.
She understands every day is chocked full of to-dos and she doesn’t have time to fumble through a day without one of her opposable thumbs. That’s where the chickens come in.
We’ve got three chickens in our yard. They reside in a moveable mini coop that we pull to fresh grass every day. It’s only about 3 feet tall and the door is on the top, allowing us to reach in to feed and water them. It’s a pretty sweet set-up. The door even has a string on it that keeps it from flopping open too far when you open it.
When she went out to feed them this morning, wifey noticed string wrapped around the rooster’s leg. Frustrated, she told me about it when she returned to the house. Her thumb kept her from helping him and I’d have to go out there ASAP and cut him loose.
I was a bit puzzled how string had gotten into the pen and then wrapped itself around a chicken leg. Still I obediently grabbed a knife, put on my gloves and resigned myself to the wrestling match I knew would be ahead.
I’d have to somehow catch the chicken, pin him under my arm, hold tightly, then carefully remove the string I’d been told about. I was visualizing my plan while walking to the pen and so was caught by surprise when I opened the door on the top of the pen and a chicken – make that a rooster – came flying out at me.
I did not wimper and flail my arms, nearly falling backwards!
Instead, like a panther, I shot back, ready to defend against all attacks. When I did so, I let go of the door, trying to assess this dangerous fowl and its intentions. It was then that I understood what my wife meant!
The string holding the door was what was the culprit and, when I opened the door, it acted like the world’s quickest snare, shooting the unwilling rooster directly toward whomever stood above the opening. Still, he was tied, though, and not happy about it.
As my wits returned I laughed a bit, grabbed the chicken and quickly unwound the string from his leg. When I dropped him in the pen, he ran into the nesting box in a huff.
I think I’ve lost his trust.
Really, he doesn’t know that I care. From his standpoint I slung him into the air by one of his legs then manhandled him and tossed him to the ground.
Oh well, maybe I can win the hens over. Well, maybe not those hens, but certainly the girls we raise on pasture, for our dear customers. They love me. At least I think they do…
Maybe you’re with me and got lulled into complacency by the warm days of February. Now March is here and it’s suddenly in the 30s again! I’ve even had to cut more firewood!
Last night we drove to our son’s soccer game, determined not to eat fast food, so we packed our camping stove and heated up Red Beans and Rice on the tailgate of my truck. This recipe is one of my favorites. I will go to war with my children over the last bowl. Enjoy!
1 package of Andouille Sausage
2 Bell Peppers
1 Large Onion
8 Cloves Garlic
3 Cans Beans (Your choice – we use Red and Black) Drained and Rinsed
1 Tablespoon Salt
½ Teaspoon Black Pepper
½ Teaspoon Thyme
2 Tablespoons Parsley
2 Quarts Chicken Broth
2 Quarts Water
¼ Teaspoon Cayenne Pepper (optional)
Brown Sausage in a skillet. Slice into short rounds.
Add all ingredients to pan.
Simmer uncovered and stir every 30 minutes.
Simmer 3 hours.
In the last 30 minutes, cook rice on the side.
We love jasmine rice.
If you don’t like spicy, you can substitute Italian Sausage for Andouille.
We happen to sell both Italian and Andouille Sausage from our pastured pigs.
We also have chickens for all your broth needs.
Don’t know how to broth? We can help!
Call or text anytime with questions or to order – 901.491.0183.
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