Coop-Coop-e-Doop!

Today Mayor Tom returned to the castle and more progress was made on the royal coop. We lack very little to have it done, mainly the front doors, and a little bit of tweaking here and there.

It's sightly manger-esque don't you think?

You can't really see it, but it has a green roof. How cute right? Matching roofs... cuz we have a green roof. Once the overhang gets added to the front you'll be able to tell... if it's green... but we didn't have any roofing left over so I may have just lied to you.

Don't hate the Queen, she tries her best.

Of course there will be roosting bars and nesting boxes, a window or two, and some dust baths. Everything a royal chicken needs. And a kiddie pool for the ducks. Yee-ah boyee!

The land has a significant slope to it, so we'll have to dig a trench where the water can mostly flow around the coop instead of through the coop. And in order to open the doors in an outward direction, the ground in front of them will have to be dug down and levelled out.

It's all in the plan.

Oh yes... and we can't forget the fencing. Can't just free range out here, too many hawks, owls, coyotes and dogs around. So we have to have vertical fencing, dig guards and a cover over the top.

There's more work yet to do...

I think the chickens and ducks have a pretty decent view. I wish we were this far back from the road...

Not bad for $91 and a couple of days.

I swear the ducks have doubled in size already. They were always a little bigger than the chicks but they seem to be outpacing the chicks. Howard is the yellow one. Bill is the black one... but we really don't know if they're girls or boys.

Red, preening. I'm a pretty girl. No red, you're beautiful.

You can barely see them but the little chicks have little feathers growing along the bottom of their little wings.

One of Red's legs turns out a little bit. The right one. That's how we ended up with her, because I had time to do chicken P/T with her and hopefully fix it. Weird thing is, when she was by herself it seemed to be fixing itself.

In the last couple of days, since we got the chicks and ducks, it has looked more turned out again. Today it's more noticeable for sure.

I can't figure it out. Why would more chicks affect her leg? But that's the only thing different, so it's the only theory I have to go on.

We're feeding her chick feed like we're supposed to. She always has water, sometimes with enzymes and vitamins, sometimes plain. It's warm in the tub but she has plenty of room to get away from the heat if it's too warm. There is a rubberized shelf liner with pine shavings on top of it, so no slippery surfaces.

It's not spraddle leg, it's not bumblefoot, it's not that tendon thing... it's an enigma.

So far she gets around fine and I figure as long as that's the case, let her be. She's a beautiful bird (I still assume she's a she). Maybe I can splint it and try to get it turned the right way, but that's the last option I can come up with and I need help to do it. Otherwise I just pick her up (which she LOVES) and work the leg a little to maybe get it stronger.

Everyone seems to get along and they all seem content. Even Daisy's big schnoz doesn't seem to bother them; she drops by several times a day and they must be used to it by now.

But they still fear the big giant hand.

Can't really tell a difference in the incubated eggs. They're still there being rocked back and forth by the egg turner. I am going to try to candle them tomorrow and see if I can tell which ones were fertilized and have started to grow.

In other news, the royal canines got new collars. Bo's is very manly and says "Farm Dog." The red and tan complement his coloring.

Miss Daisy Bear's collar has yellow flowers which show up nicely against her shiny black fur. It even has a fancy metal clasp.

That is all for tonight. The Queen is tired from hammering, lifting and loading all afternoon! Time for an adult beverage and something to eat.

They flock to me

Today was the day! Tractor Supply started selling chicks! So after lunch with the King, I headed down there to revel in the cuteness, and finally give in to my long restrained urge to buy chicks... and two ducks, because the ducks are pretty adorable too.

The royal canines are doing pretty well under the circumstances. Bo is mostly uninterested in them, but once, on his way out the door he stopped and pointed briefly as if to say, "Just wanted to let you know there are birds in there - and now if you'll excuse me, I have to pee."

Daisy McPhee is absolutely fascinated by the chickens. She sticks her head into the tub and watches them (closely supervised). Today she came nose to beak with Red, who promptly pecked at her. I know from experience that it doesn't hurt, but she jumped back like she'd been stuck with a cattle prod. Which I think is a good thing.

Tucker is just oblivious. He's too short to see into the tub so he doesn't care.

Red now has six chicken friends and two duck friends, although he/she isn't fond of the ducks and chases them. It's only been a couple of hours, hopefully they'll adjust to each other and everything will be hunky dorey soon.

I know it looks like I'm squishing her, but I'm holding her very loosely. Just making sure she doesn't jump ship. I got pullets so I know they'll be hens someday.

And this is an unsexed duck, so I'm tentatively calling it Howard. How frickin' cute is Howard???

The flock. 

They've started spreading out as the tub gets warmer, but when the giant hand descends from the heavens they all flock together. Diversity at its finest, duck, chicken, who cares? Fear the giant hand!

Red no longer fears the giant hand. What? Come at me bro!

She's still little but looks like a giant compared to the wee ones around her. Or him. This is going to be one gender confused chicken...

Little Red Chicken

Today we finally made it happen. And by "we", I mean Mayor Tom, because in all honesty, the King and I have wanted to take action for a long time now, but always got caught up in the planning stages.

Mayor Tom kicked our butts into gear and took control of the situation.

I know... what? What happened? What did Mayor Tom do???

Well first there was this.

An incubator with 40 eggs in it. 40 potential chickens. I recognize that some of them won't make it... but if 10-15 of them do - we have our first flock!

One of the eggs is a tiny little silver sebright. And I'm already in love with her. I know the egg is a girl. And her name is going to be Lily... Lily White the Silver Sebright.

Okay, so I'm not 100% sold on the name... but it's a thought.

And later, there was this.

An almost chicken coop.

Which is almost finished on two sides.

We'll finish it next weekend by putting the rest of the sides and the roof on. And then we'll have to fence around it so the chickens have a yard.

As if that wasn't enough to make my day... THIS happened.

A chicken. A real live five week old chicken - with feathers and everything.

He or she has a gimp leg and I am going to attempt to rehab it. The Queen, chicken physical therapist. 

So far, the chicken absolutely hates me and runs away as quickly as it can - but I will make it love me!

We did a brief (supervised) doggy introduction. Daisy was fascinated by the chicken. It was glaringly apparent that Bo wanted to eat the chicken. Good thing the coop will keep that from happening...

Until then we have gates up to keep our chicken safe! It's going to be a happy, healthy, LIVE chicken.

And once our coop and run are built, Mayor Tom said I can have a Sebright rooster. Woot!

WE FINALLY HAVE CHICKENS!!!!

The Queen is Back

After what seemed like a surreal detour from life, the Queen has returned to her heretofore droll existence, ergo, a life of freedom which she more fully appreciates and savors than ever before. Lemme 'splain...

The royal coffers were bare and things were looking grim. 

Again.

The Queen, not caring who employed her, put out more resumes than George Foreman has children named George. And bingo - a company who hires everyone regardless of their qualifications - hired the Queen!

They were a clearinghouse for the big "A"... Amazon. The Queen loves Amazon, or did... she now has mixed feelings but will still shop there because they deliver to the castle. The pay was decent, for these parts, and there were bonuses dangling like carrots to keep us focused on the money and not the working conditions.

It was a horrible week, and the Queen quickly realized that her old, decrepit body could not handle 10-12 hours of standing and walking on a concrete floor... and quit. Two days later, they actually noticed.

After that, things got worse, and it was even more keenly apparent because it was Christmas time. Another Christmas where even the Charlie Brown Christmas tree was beyond our budget. Awesome.

Next thing I know, I'm a home health aide. The experience is too new, too raw... let's just say it didn't work out and leave it at that. But I lasted about a month before giving up. And I only gave up... because I could. The King got an amazing job with good pay - and money is freedom, people... anyone who says money can't buy happiness is lying and should be kicked in their lying face.

Since then things have vastly improved. The downside is that the King will be living in an RV near work during the week, but the upside is that I can meet him for lunch and he will be home most weekends. The upside is also that this year we will pay off most of our debts and make a concerted effort to turn "most" into "all" if at all possible.

In that vein, I have a new phone. Mine was three generations behind and dying, which was an urgent matter since it was the source of our internet.

For years I'd been under the "free" unlimited data plan, but over time it got more and more expensive, and limiting to the point that it felt like a prison. In fact, dropping that plan and getting internet from the local utility will save us about $30/month and we get faster speeds. And a new phone.

Did I mention that my new phone's camera is so amazing that it rivals my DSLR? Well it is. Take a gander.

Yes, the Queen has joined the adult coloring craze. It really is fun to do. You should join us... join usssss...

And you know where I got said coloring book?

Barnes & Noble!

Yep - I went shopping! Do you know how long it's been since I went to a store and bought something just because I could??? It's an awesome feeling. I give myself (and the King) an allowance and we get to spend it on WHATEVER WE WANT.

I don't think most people appreciate the ability to do that. At one point in my life I certainly didn't. I didn't know what it was like to struggle. Now I do. And I hate it. And I still have friends that are struggling and I hate it for them. Struggling sucks.

Anyway, things are much improved and I am looking forward to even more improvements in the weeks and months to come. Like putting in a garden FOR REAL THIS TIME, focusing on saving money on food and cooking healthier meals... and chickens.

I CAN'T WAIT TO GET OUR CHICKEN BABIES!!! They should be hatching soon, and I'll be honest, I'm a little nervous because they need certain things like specific temperatures and foods and not to be eaten by dogs who like squeaky toys. But I think we've got it covered. It'll be okay. Our chickens will be some of the most spoiled dinosaur offspring in the universe.

Fair warning... there will be a lot of baby chicken blogs in your near future... muahahaha. CHICKENS!!!

A short video

The Queen has created a video on YouTube to advertise The Gluten-Free Postcards 2016 Barn Collection. It's fancy and the Queen is proud of it.

So please take a moment to gaze upon the regal splendor of the Upper Cumberland area:

Help Me Buy Thomas House - The Queen's Crowdfunding Campaign

Good evening... or morning... whatever the hell it is. The Queen has lost track of time between adjusting her schedule for the night shift and coming down with a cold. All I know is that it's almost Benadryl time, and then six glorious hours of unconsciousness.

A quick update. I have designed over 130 postcards which are available at HelpMeBuyThomasHouse.com or through my Facebook page.

I have also penned letters to prominent players in the paranormal field to see if they will come onboard to add credibility and exposure to my crowdfunding campaign, which I hope to launch soon. I figure just one of them has over 3 million fans, and if each of those fans contributed a dollar I would faint have more than enough to purchase and renovate the hotel... and then some... but at the very least I feel like my goal is attainable if just a portion of them get excited.

I'll be sleeping on those letters and revising them in the morning. Then out they go. The Queen may spend a lot of time researching and planning, but she is also a woman of action!

Aside from that, life sucks. It will be another unimpressive Christmas where I would be grateful for coal because it would save on electricity bills. The Queen is tired of disappointment. Hopefully this new job will help and/or the postcards will sell and/or my new book will sell and the hotel will come to fruition. Failing that there is always Publisher's Clearing House.

Not to leave things on a sour note, gaze upon some of my favorite postcards: