
This old house is on the Pioneer Highway in Skagit County here in Washington. This is a Sears House that was ordered by catalogue and assembled here. I think there are about 100 of these homes in this northwest area of Washington.
For those of you who said a little prayer for the CPAP experience, I am thrilled to announce that Mr. Radish wore the mask all night.
Warm weather comes, (here it is not permanent) and I feel like a farmer. This has been spawned by several books that I have read: THE DIRTY LIFE, and THE FEAST NEARBY. I am not suggesting you read these books, I only tell you to explain where I am coming from. Both of these books made me want to have chickens. And if you look on the Internet, there are absolutely darling chicken coops.
I have had chickens in the past. Frankly they terrified me. The run was hard to clean and we did not have a box that you merely reached in and got the eggs. Still I think I am braver now and I could just wear boots to keep them from pecking my legs. But I suddenly remembered that I would have to kill them. I looked again on the Internet to see the best way of doing this. Recommended was by holding their legs with them upside down, against your chest, and then pull/jerk the head down away from the body. I really do not think I could do this.
But the coops are really darling.
I think my radishes are breaking ground today.