1. The best compliment I received this week was when Joe and I drove down the mountain to Stuart to buy three new hens. I remarked to the poultry farmer – who raises everything from chicks to peacocks – that one of his crested ducks looked like Phyllis Diller. “I didn’t think you were old enough to remember her,” he said.
2. The new girl in town is a Buff Orpington pullet (born in March). She was the only brave hen of the three to come out of the coop on the first day in her new digs. Her shy sisters are pictured below and the place they all came from is pictured in the photo #3.
3. In THIS blog post about whether to raise chickens or not, the author points out that most hens stop laying consistently at three years old, which she refers to as “Henopause.” She calls the times when they stop laying in winter or because they are molting or broody as “Pets Without Benefits” time.
4. In the same entry a reader commented that she named her hens Lady Gaga, Reba (a Red Star), Joan Jett (a Black Star) and Blondie. Another reader, responding to the subject of hens that aren’t laying being culled, suggested naming them Marsala, Teriyaki and Casserole.
5. Cool country names seen recently in local obituaries: Men – Hiley, Blueford, Coy, Rural, Garland and Camie. Women – Lessie, Maizie, Jewell, Nellene, Glyda, Dovie, Hattie and Linnie.
6. Get a compliment HERE.
7. Mama Mia, Okeedoke Luigui is HERE.
8. Just when I thought last’s week’s mention of the mimic octopus couldn’t be topped, I saw a whole show on the amazing changing, big brained cuddlefish. Watch is morph HERE.
9. With the flip of one letter pig becomes big.
10. Thankfully, with every 13 Thursday I write, a little culture remains to start the next batch for the following week.
11. A book the size of a ladybug? It’s so small it can not be read with the naked eye. Said to be sold at the World’s Fair in 1965 and marketed as the smallest book on record, it was once inside a case, meant to be worn as a charm or attached to a set of keys. See it HERE.
12. Now we are back to 9 chickens after losing a total of 5 since last summer (to hawks, a dog and an opossum). Nine keeps us in a good egg supply, but it’s also a good number because Joe and I both come from families of 9 siblings.
13. I think of the picture below as the Three Witches of Eastwick with the basket as their cauldron.