It’s been a few months since I last posted. Life has been busy! Since I last posted in April, we added a few new members to our family! They’ve grown a lot since we got them, naturally.
It started like this…

Cackle Hatchery had a Memorial Day sale offering chicks for 50% off, so we changed our plans at 11:30 the night before to make arrangements to drive an hour to the hatchery, then stand in line for 4.5 hours to get our beloved babies.
We got the chicks we set out for. And then some. We went for 6, came home with 10. The lady handed me the box and told me she threw in a few more for attrition. Zoiks! Well, they all thrived. We are completely in love with these little fluffy butts.
They grew and they grew….


















And they grew…














We chose our breeds based on hardiness, how many eggs they lay, and friendliness. So we chose Buff & Lavender Orpingtons, Black Australorp, Easter Egger, Speckled Sussex, and Black Gold Laced Wyandotte.
The Buff Orpingtons, aka The Blondes: Sylvia & Evelyn –named after my grandmothers
The Lavender Orpingtons, the grey girls: Laverne & Shirley –no explanation needed
The Speckled Sussex: Dottie & Millie
The Black Gold Laced Wyandottes: Winnie & Wanda
The Black Australorp: Betty aka Black Betty aka Betty Boop. Whichever one feels right in the moment
The Easter Egger: Ethel. No, we don’t have a Lucy. I know, it’s a missed opportunity.
I never dreamed I would be so obsessed with these fricken chickens, but here we are. I am now the neighborhood chicken lady. And I’m okay with that.
Our little cottage homestead is coming together. Lots of work to be done in the yard to get it to where I envisioned it. But we have time. The garden is pretty pitiful due to whatever reason. Pretty sure the squirrels absconded with my seeds before they even had a chance. I’m left with like 5 out of 12 green bean plants. At least until the girlie birds found the garden bed yesterday and decided to dust bath and lay all over them. But it’s fine. Maybe this year is meant to be more chicken focused and less garden focused. Who knows. All I know is, we’re happy. Chickens do something to your serotonin and dopamine levels that I never expected. So this is your friendly PSA to get yourselves some chickens. You’re welcome!
Oh, so this is how our coop finally came out. It’s not perfect, but it works great for us. I have ideas about potentially expanding the run area so they have more room when they can’t get out and free range.







It only took them about 3 days to figure out how to go into the coop at night. I had to put them in the first few nights. It was heartbreaking hearing their little panicked peeps, but they got over it pretty quick. Then when we started letting them out out, it took a few times to get them in in the evening, but they quickly figured that out, too. Now I just go in after sunset and do a head count and make sure all are accounted for and close and lock the people door. They have an automatic door for the coop itself so I don’t have to worry much about that.
We let them out first thing most mornings for free range time. Whenever we have to leave to go somewhere, though, we herd them back into the coop and lock them in. I don’t feel good leaving them out while we’re gone. They’re still small and learning the ropes. Even though they do run for cover when they get spooked. We still have predators to watch for. We’re all still new to the whole chicken parent thing. And we wouldn’t have it any other way.
I baked some bread yesterday and thought how it just hit different with our very own chickens running amok in our own backyard. We don’t have eggs yet, obviously, not for several more weeks or so. But we do get fresh eggs from a friend.

This was probably the best loaf of wheat bread I’ve made in a while, if ever. It’s almost as if the chickens were one of the last pieces of the puzzle that really makes things feel a little more like home.
We have chickens. We finally have chickens. We still can’t believe that the dream we have been dreaming for the last 5 years has finally come to fruition. And none of it would have been possible without God. He orchestrated the whole thing. The way we came upon the materials for the coop, the friends with building know-how and the tools, the means for the extra bits of hardware, the means and the timing of the sale to get the chickens, etc. All of it. We couldn’t have done this ourselves. We are so thankful for our church family and sweet friends. All gifts from the Father. Thank You, Lord!
So if you’re still waiting, hang tight. God’s timing never fails. It’s always perfect. Keep dreaming. Keep laying it at His feet. Keep taking it to Him. Whatever it is. He hears and sees you.













