It Couldn’t Be Helped

by Stefani on 2-July-2008

Well I had intended to entertain you today with an account of the deep thoughts one has (okay, I have) while lying prostrate for three straight days, but that’s gonna have to wait, for there is BIG news ’round Blue Yonder. 

In fact, it was last night, as I sat and prepared to write a post, dear friends, that I read through my emails, and came face to feather with fate. 

Or at least that’s how I saw it, when I read that there were a few good hens in our homeschooling community that were in need of a loving home. 

Now, you will recall that we set out to have a flock of six hens. We thought that would provide for each of us to have one egg a day, plus one to grow on, as they say. 

Well less than 24 hours after we brought our babies home, one of our chicks up and died. There went the one to grow on. 

Then, of course, there was the whole rooster episode. Bluh. 

So, we were left with three girls – one for each boy – two Ameraucanas and one that we think is a Leghorn. I felt, well, more or less content with that. 

But there I was, staring at the computer screen and reading that these poor little ladies needed a home, and something just came over me. 

I saw it as our duty, our responsibility even, to make right the wrongs of the chicken universe. 

My husband saw it as one of the many reasons that I give him, on any given day, to shake his head, roll his eyes, and throw up his hands. 

And so while our two roosters will always have a place in our hearts, we’ve found replacements for their place on the roost.

We are pleased to introduce Sadie Star, a lovely Barred Rock,

Sadie Star 

and Persimmon Puff, a sweet and docile Buff Orpington. 

Persimmon Puff

My boys wanted to give our new girls names, but felt it was only right to keep their previous monikers as middle names too, hence the two names. 

They are a year older than our existing gals, so they are already laying. You would think they were laying golden eggs for all the excitement this has wrought. 

My oldest came tearing in the house squealing, “Mama, she’s gone in! Persimmon’s in the nesting box!!!”

I went out and watched as Luke paced the ground near the box. 

“Is she all right in there?” 
“She’s fine.” 
“Is she hurting?” 
“No, honey, she’s been doing this everyday for months now.” 
“Is she really going to lay?” 
“I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out.” 
“Should I get her a drink? Maybe she’s hot in there.” 
“No, I think she just needs some time and space.” 
“Maybe I should go and pet her and whisper to her.” 
“Baby, just give her some room. It’s going to be okay.”
“You’re sure?”


When the old gal finally squawked and ran out the door, my guy scurried in, fished around in the box, then held up an egg as though it was his first born. “It’s an egg! It’s a real egg! She did it!” 

Our First Egg

He handed the egg to me, with the admonition to, “be very very careful with it, Mama.” 

Then, he scooped up Persimmon and cooed, “You did it girl. You’re such a good girl. It’s a beautiful egg. You really did it!” 

He’s going to make such a good husband and papa some day. I just know it. 

And what do Hazel, Tiger and Maybelle think of their new big sisters?

Well that is another story entirely…

Jules July 2, 2008 at 8:39 pm

ahhhh… so nice to have you back. This will keep me chuckling for hours. x

kristin July 2, 2008 at 8:43 pm

all i can think is how he will rock alongside a laboring woman, should life give him that opportunity.

yes, glad you are well enough to be back.

Alicia A. July 2, 2008 at 8:45 pm


how’s he going to feel about a scrambled first born?

Mary Smith July 3, 2008 at 1:04 am

Those hens and that egg, my goodness, I don’t even know what to say. They are so wonderful. The wonder in your son’s eyes are priceless too.

Stephanie July 3, 2008 at 1:45 am

I’m thinking Sadie Star best prove herself, too, or Persimmon Puff might be just a bit hard to live with.

And what a good little hubby/dad your son will make!

emily July 3, 2008 at 3:59 am

so did you cook it yet!? were they ok with that part!? wishing i had a hen this morning…

Autum July 3, 2008 at 4:59 am

This was beautiful, as usual. Only you could make me cry reading a story about a chicken laying an egg. I can’t wait to read about the fate of the first born. Scrambled, boiled, poached…

Mama Urchin July 3, 2008 at 4:59 am

Ha, I was wondering the same thing as Alicia.

SpiderWomanKnits July 3, 2008 at 5:24 am

Happy First Egg! We just brought home 8 ladies in April and are anxiously waiting for them to start laying. The Nesting Boxes are fluffed and ready to go! Our Barred Rock Gals are so social, they are our “lap hens”. Sadie Star looks like a sweetie too. Next year I want to add a Buff Orpington or two they are so beautiful.

Congrats on your new additions! It’s the best watching your kids interact with them isn’t it? My son is such a good “chicken farmer” and I’m convinced my baby daughter learned to walk much earlier so could chase after them 🙂

heather jane July 3, 2008 at 7:07 am

So sweet. Maybe you should blow the egg out and glitter it. With gold glitter. Come on, I know you love glitter. 🙂

Jody July 3, 2008 at 7:08 am

Yay for new chickens! I just love reading about your chickens. You should think about writing a childrens story about them! You have a wonderful narrative voice.

Mandy July 3, 2008 at 7:58 am

I am so in love with your sons. And not in a creepy internet stalker kind of way, but in a “i just want to hug them and tell them how sweet they are” kinda way. That is the cutest story!

Rachel L July 3, 2008 at 8:41 am

Your new chickens are just beautiful! I love chickens anyway but this post struck a chord with me even more – I was born in Orpington (in Kent, in the UK) and our local pub there was the Buff Orpington! That first egg looks perfect, I bet it will taste delicious! Looking forward to the next episode. x

Kate July 3, 2008 at 9:24 am

You do know, don’t you, that the excitement, encouragement, praise, tenderness, sympathy and joy that children show others is simply a reflection of what they’re shown and how they’re treated. Those are some sweet boys you have, and obviously you’re doing a fine job raising them. 🙂

Great little story. One for the memory books, definitey. His kids will enjoy it some day.

MadWomanMeg July 3, 2008 at 9:58 am

Those are some mighty fine hens lady! I love reading about the way your boys look after them, worry about them and love them. You’re absolutely right when you say they’ll make good hubbies and daddies. You’re raising some good stock there….

erin July 3, 2008 at 10:10 am

woo hoo!
so happy those chicks found a home with you.

mandy July 3, 2008 at 10:17 am

Amazing pictures!

golden July 3, 2008 at 1:17 pm

Wow! Who knew a photo of a prized egg in a child’s hands could be so breathtaking! I felt like he was right before me sharing the wonder of what he found!

Sarah July 3, 2008 at 2:11 pm

i have a sweet tempered 18 m. old daughter. what do you think of arranged marriages? lol..
that was a sweet story though. your hens look so pretty!

misschris July 3, 2008 at 2:20 pm

I’m so glad you are back! Was getting worried about you, girl.

And eggs! How exciting.

Paper Dolls for Boys July 3, 2008 at 7:16 pm

Oh that egg shot is just the sweetest!

I seriously never knew chickens could be so darn pretty! Thanks for teaching this city girl a thing or two.

Happy chickens to you and your family!!!

Berlinswhimsy July 3, 2008 at 8:41 pm

Congrats to you all!!! We almost adopted some grown hens, too… However, we realized we had our hands full already… I love the Barred Rocks—-so pretty!

What is it with boys and chickens? My son is absolutely enamored with our chickens—more so than my daughter! I wonder if your boys feel the same way? It’s very cute.

Maureen July 4, 2008 at 11:51 am

How cool!!! What a great story, and wonderful photos.

Ellie - Petalplum July 7, 2008 at 3:01 am

What a loving father he is. I, too, was thinking that he would be a strong supportive and loving partner for a labouring woman one day in his future. He will hold his newborn up to the sky and look at his woman and delcare you did well my darling, then pass the baby to you reminding you to be careful and gentle.

Lucky hens you have. Thanks for bringing my childhood back with your glorious photos.

Katie July 7, 2008 at 9:31 am

OH the joy! My kids do the same thing, only now they are getting more brave. They will go right into the hen house and take the eggs right out from under the poor hens.

Happy farming!

shelley caskey July 7, 2008 at 11:41 pm

this is just about the sweetest, cutest story i’ve ever heard. really. 🙂

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