Raising and loving animals has turned out to be a surprisingly meaningful part of our family’s life. Our love of animals set in each of our spirits separately when we were kids; I in Hastings, NE, and Angie in Salina, Garden City, and Denver. We spent two years in the Peace Corps in Papua New Guinea – at a farm training center for the local people. We had goats, ducks, chickens, cats, kittens, dogs, water buffalo, and guinea pigs.
Once back in the States, we started with a cat while Ang was pregnant with our oldest. With our two boys, we raised some chickens in California for a year or two. Upon our return to the Midwest, and after adding a daughter, we settled on two cats, a dog, two parakeets, and an assortment of fish, mice, gerbils and hamsters.
My wife and I started our marriage in Papua New Guinea with the US Peace Corps. Ice was not a thing there. We have raised 3 amazing kids into actual amazing adults. We live in Wichita, just west of the Flint Hills of the Great Plains. They are limestone, actually.
We are excited to ‘borrow’ yard-fresh eggs from our little untested pullets, and wanted to share our simple joy with anyone who wishes to check in from time to time, “far from the madding crowd”.
We kept at this backyard chicken project for over 6 years. We’ve had several groups of hens (and a few roosters) come through our yard. I’ve learned from all of them and even loved some of them. Our most special group will always be our first group because we named them, thanked them for their eggs, and showed them off as ‘new suburban ranchers’.
Since I won’t be adding new posts to this blog, may I suggest you scroll all the way to the first entry (March, 2010) and read chronologically? There are so many cute and endearing and poignant moments that I don’t want you to miss.
We’ve closed down the operation now – perhaps for good. There may come a time when I have the energy and focus to try again. The odds are against it, though. It’s not my effort that is lacking, it is my instinct.
I am really sad. Mostly because I don’t have the instinct of a rancher. A rancher always checks. I am very conscientious about our indoor cats – they always have food, water, fresh litter. I wouldn’t go a day without making sure they are fine. I have said here before that I owe more to these chickens, yet I have not improved enough. Even though they are not an endangered species, I still maintain that they deserved safety and comfort.
Godspeed to those kind animals, ALL creatures, great and small.