So, I managed to wear my husband down enough that he let me acquire another couple hens. Therefore, we now have four hens and our rooster, Pepper. We got them from a neat fella in Austin who used to work in the film industry and hopes to eventually open an organic hatchery in LaGrange. They are still subject to occasional rabid pecking from Penelope and Guinevere, and I am having a hard time convincing them to roost in the coop and not in the live oak . . . but all is generally well. I have named the White Leghorn "Pearl," and Miss A is calling the Barred Rock "Teaser" (don't ask me why).
Here is Pearl behind the Agarita.
And the lovely "Teaser," under the bare branches of the lantana.
I am a mama, Certified Professional Midwife, dancer/choreographer, gardener, photographer-in-progress, collector, yogi, and lover of the quirky/wild/wierd/wonderful. Myself, two daughters, one dog, two rats, two hamsters, and an ever-changing number of fish reside in an old farmhouse on two limestone-ridden acres in the Hill Country of Central Texas.
My irrational obsessions include: bright blue borage flowers, embroidered pillows, tunics, vintage tablecloths, shoe lasts, rusted iron, my daughter's smile, and the sunshine on my face.