girl.meets.farm: The Battle Begins

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

The Battle Begins

Day one of the battle went great, up until the part where I realized that the Blue-Kote antiseptic that I was putting on the hens was also getting all over my hands. Not a problem, I would just wash it off afterwards, right?

This is yet another reason why it is important to READ THE LABEL before using. "May permanently stain skin and clothing". Yes, I see that.

Not to worry, I had a mission. I continued to dose each hen with Blue-Kote and soon realized that this was not a job for one person. Holding a squirming hen while trying to daub them with lotion is a challenge at the best of times, trying not to get any more of the damn stuff on skin or clothing was near impossible.

So I decided to wait one more day until my dear sweet fireman could help.

Sorry girls, you will have to squirm for one more day.

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How it All Began...

In the beginning...

I am a girl, a city girl. A girl who has spent the last 15 years riding downtown city transit, and smelling exhaust fumes as I drink my Starbucks latte on my trek to the office. I am a city girl who loves the ballet, the opera, and the wonder of the theatre. I am a girl who adores the smell of hotdogs from street vendors, and the sound of buskers earning spare coins on the corner.

Quite sometime ago, I made the move to the suburbs. A land of station wagons and minivans. A world of neighbours who offer to help shovel your driveway, and grocery stores that still have bag boys. I became a suburban girl. I took the train into the city, caught up in the morning rush of commuters. I learned to like the big box stores, with their endless choices of merchandise, and the grocery stores as big as football fields with their promises of low low prices and their sea of colourful produce.

But then, almost 4 years ago, I met a boy. And deep in our hearts, we had a wee bit of country. It started with a shared love of country music, and cowboy boots. We took long drives in the countryside, and began to adore the tall maples which line country laneway's.

Over time, that wee bit of country in us began to grow. And so it began. The search for a farm. After a 2 year search, we found one. I am going to share our adventures with you here dear reader. So that you can laugh along with us on this crazy transformation to being farmers!