tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-155991202008-11-24T22:58:23.481-07:00For Those Who Fancy Farm LivingDillon Hawkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17340337981007810237noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-86036780437386364142008-09-23T10:14:00.003-06:002008-09-23T10:20:50.208-06:00

Okay, you know those chicks that I thought were going to be golden laced? Well, it turns out that they are actually partridge! I was a little dissapointed at first but not now. The partridge coloring is also very lovely. And... OMGosh... those are turning out to be BIG chickens. All except one who is a BIG ROOSTER! Yes, a rooster. He crowed for the very first time this morning. I sure hope he

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-5441384087087632672008-09-12T21:46:00.003-06:002008-09-12T21:51:12.775-06:00

Well, after talking with Dillon today I learned a couple of things. First, I learned how to post a video on my blog. Second, I learned which program to use to edit my videos. Very exciting stuff! Sooo... to continue the saga of the renovations to my home, here is a little tour :)

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-1887125489817167542008-09-11T21:57:00.008-06:002008-09-12T06:04:09.222-06:00

I moved into my little house in October of 2001... almost 7 years ago now. I had many BIG PLANS but just couldn't seem to reach my goals. Less than a year after moving into my new place I was laid up and lost my job. Living off of credit cards until I was able to start work again brought my plans to a screeching halt. I have spent the last 5 years trying to recover physically, emotionally and

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-54218108244034260092008-09-10T22:46:00.004-06:002008-09-11T00:11:56.417-06:00

Back toward the end of June through the beginning of July I witnessed an odd ritual by a tiny little bird. I would see this pretty little bird on the side of the road each day as I went to work. After the third time I saw her I slowed down to take a closer look. When I did she puffed herself up beyond recognition and started spinning around in circles. I was certain that this little bird had

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-8270501476598310142008-09-10T22:37:00.002-06:002008-09-10T22:43:45.541-06:00

I have been avoiding trying to blog anything because dial-up internet service drives me crazy! I have tried a dozen different ways to establish a high speed internet service but have always run into dead ends. Well, with the help of Dillon, I am now trying out a satalite internet service that promises to be "all that and a bag of chips... (snap)". So now I can catch up on some of the things I

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-23976345475767027822008-07-09T09:34:00.002-06:002008-07-09T09:39:53.495-06:00

someone finally blogged about the Alaska trip :) I didn't do it because I only have dial up, (have I mentioned that I hate dial up), and I may have gone crazy while waiting for pictures to post! Sooo... thanks Sasha!

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-38397690242615692992008-06-05T04:37:00.003-06:002008-06-05T05:01:40.050-06:00

Well, I will never know if my little chick with the attitude was a rooster or a hen. "Why?" you might ask. The answer is because he or she is gone! I came home from work Tuesday morning to find that the chicks had gotten out of the chicken pen again. It was different this time though. They weren't all together like they usually are. As I tried to gather the little darlings up I found one in the

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-14190280831823812562008-06-02T14:22:00.012-06:002008-06-02T15:20:33.853-06:00

For Cerra, and anyone else who is interested, here is a picture of three of my hens. From left to right there is my Golden Laced hen (Orphington/Wyandotte cross), one of my little Buff hens (don't know her breed), and my Silver Laced Wyandotte hen. Several of my chickens are crossed breeds. I have mentioned that my golden laced hen is a cross between an Orphington and a Wyandotte. My Orphington

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-70631724246888722302008-06-02T13:54:00.006-06:002008-06-02T15:01:34.737-06:00

There are two things to consider when talking about chickens. Color and breed. A commonly known chicken is the Barred Rock. Everyone thinks that Barred Rock is the breed. Actually, barred refers to the color. The breed in this example is Plymouth Rock. There are actually many different colored Plymouth Rock chickens... Barred, White, Buff, Silver Penciled, Partridge, Columbian, and

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-29715578160372853082008-06-01T12:45:00.002-06:002008-06-01T14:55:54.413-06:00

Remember my cute little chicks? A few days ago I let them out of their little wire cage. I had kept their cage in the chicken coop so the big chickens would get used to them. I sort of worked. However, I have one black hen that goes after them unmercifully. I really was concerned that she might try to kill them, and I really think that might be her motive. The chicks learned quickly to get out

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-5593518833899869622008-06-01T12:09:00.008-06:002008-06-01T12:44:28.818-06:00

You remember that Carolyn's paint mare had her baby while she was at my place. After the colt was born Carolyn sold the mare with the colt at her side. I recently learned that while one day the colt was jumping and playing around his mother, cuddling with her and thriving, the next day he was found standing over her dead body! She literally just dropped dead over night! Sooo... SAD. The colt

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-25617619208746548822008-05-12T13:58:00.015-06:002008-05-15T17:13:21.276-06:00

Well, I am finally putting up the first phase of my pole barn. I am starting with a 30' wide x 30' long x 16' 6" ceiling hight hay shed which will be the center of my future barn. It is constructed in such a way that it will be easy to add on more length and sides when the time comes. The contractor is really a cool guy and he has a good team of men working for him. It is refreshing to watch a

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-16900978075650829362008-05-01T21:22:00.002-06:002008-05-13T16:47:48.981-06:00

I HATE DIAL UP!!!

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-50241538400196416332008-05-01T21:20:00.000-06:002008-05-01T21:18:43.929-06:00

When I moved into my home I had grand plans for an arbor to welcome people to my home. That was put on the back burner for a couple of years but about 5 years ago I started looking for the right arbor. I looked at plans, kits, pre-made, you name it. Try as I might I couldn't find what I wanted. I finally decided to just build it myself. After all, how hard can it be? OH MY GOSH! Let me tell you,

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-468850945863951012008-05-01T20:30:00.000-06:002008-05-01T20:29:19.292-06:00

I HATE DIAL UP!!!

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-52125251624698579892008-05-01T19:16:00.007-06:002008-05-02T09:56:40.682-06:00

It was nice having the colt around for a little while but he is gone now. Carolyn sold the mare with the foal at her side. Sooo... since I had baby fever (thanks to the colt) I found me some more babies! Six chicks that are still very tiny. I don't know what kind of chickens they are but they are pullets so there is a 99% chance that they will be hens. Some of my laying hens are getting old...

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-52856788559411340982008-04-08T14:25:00.017-06:002008-04-08T17:37:20.764-06:00

Last night was a new moon and somehow excitement was in the air. When I woke this morning I had an urge to get up right away to look out my window. When I did I saw something like this... Of course what I saw was from a different angle and I couldn't see it clearly. Still, I knew what I was looking at. I grabbed the phone and called Carolyn. When I told her that her mare had foaled she had a

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-49658388626114135182008-02-23T07:43:00.005-07:002008-02-23T09:43:01.247-07:00

With as much snow as we have had it has pushed some of the wildlife down from the highlands into the valleys in search of food and I would imagine a little warmer temperatures. from February 14th to February 18 we were visited by an elk herd out on Weiser Flats where I live. They appeared, what seemed like, out of no where and disappeared just as quickly, (don't underestimate their sneakiness).

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-58327813834448763172008-02-08T06:45:00.000-07:002008-02-08T08:15:47.338-07:00

It has been several weeks now since Nolan made a weekend visit to Almosta Farm. He came up the weekend after Christmas. As always, it was wonderful to see him! It has been said and you know it's true, "there is always something to do at Almosta Farm!" Personally, I can't think of anything more enjoyable than working around my place. It is a joy to work toward something and to see progress

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-49062129019805493522007-11-25T02:45:00.000-07:002007-11-26T10:06:09.248-07:00

So... there I was thinking about my brothers and wishing I lived closer so I could visit them more often. I was planning a visit to Utah on one of my 5 day stretches off of work when I thought to myself, "Self, why don't you see how much it would cost to fly to California?" As I went on line to check it out I was thinking how silly I was and that it would be way too expensive... WRONG! It was a

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-85622376391583400202007-10-21T07:54:00.000-06:002007-10-21T18:17:08.601-06:00

Contrary to what one might think, "horse poor" doesn't mean that one does not have enough horses. The expression is in reference to someone who has too many horses. Oh wait, too many horses is like saying too much fun and there is no such thing! So let me rephrase... someone who has more horses than they really need or can use or can afford. That's me! I think you have all met Star. She is a

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-63549120399983040852007-10-04T04:32:00.000-06:002007-10-07T20:11:51.710-06:00

I have a precious little dachshund. His name is Rusty the Rustling Digger Dog but I just call him Rusty most of the time. His does live up to his name though. Rusty for his color ~ rusty red. Rustling for the way he likes to rustle the chickens or cats or anything else he thinks he can make an impression on. Digger ~ oh yes he is! And although he doesn't know it, he is a dog. Rusty is a very

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-27888984990242031732007-10-02T15:27:00.000-06:002007-10-02T16:27:53.815-06:00

I really miss being around my friends and family. Despite my last post about how lucky we are to be able to enjoy easy access and easy communication with each other there is nothing quite like being there. I don't get to see the people I love and have loved in my life nearly enough if at all... my kids, my brothers, my nieces and nephews, my aunts and uncles, my long lost or almost lost (but

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-81784061992327964712007-10-02T13:24:00.000-06:002007-10-02T15:26:09.468-06:00

When my grandparents were young, people lived and worked close to home. When a family member moved away, they really moved away. Long distance communication was done via the postal service and that communication was slow. People seldom traveled long distances to see anyone. When phones were invented the service was limited to whether or not a phone line existed in the first place, then

Kathleen Hawkinsnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599120.post-64913349165374134342007-09-14T22:59:00.000-06:002007-09-14T23:32:01.690-06:00

President Hinckley was returning to Salt Lake City from a trip to South America. As usual, a limousine was waiting for him at the airport. After getting all of President Hinckley's luggage loaded into the limo the chauffeur held the passenger door open and waited for President Hinckley to get in. As the chauffeur waited he realized that the Prophet was just standing at the curb. The chauffeur

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