And so it begins, often having read other's blogs and shaking the head, wittering on about 'whats the point' and are they mad? here am I writing my own, and the reason? I dont have one, no just for the hell of it I have begun to put my sad(or not so sad, depending on the reader) life on the world web.
Rose this morning to a beautiful day, sun is shining, birds, singing, husband belching, oops sorry, but this is what I can hear behind me as I type.
In my garden I have a summer house and in the summer house is an incubator containing 4 hen eggs...and this is 'h' day for them, hatching day.
how sad you say, yes well this is what I am reduced to, a 45yr old hatching chickens to she can eat them later on.....and don't any of you dare to judge me, its my choice to breed food for my own table and then I have control over what my food is fed and so control over what I eat also.....see, not so daft then eh?
We also grow our own veg, all organic as are the chickens, all fed what grows in our own garden.
