my sourdough starter on day two, bubbling awaySomething my city self had imagined my country self doing every week once we moved here was baking fresh, delicious, crusty, bread. Ha - yeah, right! As people say, "life happens", and lately, it has really been happening. Despite the best of plans and intentions, there's always an unexpected event that sucks up a good chunk of the day and just having the time and energy to clean up after dinner can seem like a stretch. It started to look like bread making might be joining the more obscure "to-do wishes" on my list (like making a hat band from our guinea feathers and painting a Dutch hex on our well house... maybe next year??).
I'm beginning to realize that sometimes, you just have to make time, even if it means putting off cleaning the coop until tomorrow (or the day after...ehm). Yesterday morning, after cleaning up from milking, I decided it was prime time to take a step towards having good bread. It was a baby step that I only needed about 5 minutes to accomplish - perfect!
Wynonna the Wyandotte, settling into a nice dust bath.The more time we spend with our animals, the more entertaining they become. The chickens are one of my favorite clans to watch as they free-range around the farm. They mostly stick around the coop and barn area, but I recently discovered their secret hideout, right next to the house. One day I was out checking on our garden beds, no chickens in sight, when I heard a little squawk and then silence. I looked around, still no chickens. Then, a few minutes later I saw Elvis, our Silkie rooster, heading toward the rose bushes. He stopped at the edge of the rose bed, and then quickly ducked inside.
