Everything seems to be working ( but me).

Gave my presentation on Pok power, hoeing hens and hennabagoes at the Mercantile in McKittrick, the local food circle meeting.  It went fine, especially since I brought my own computer and big screen monitor; the peripheral electronics didn't work, again.  I can talk about chickens for hours: for one they are delicious for two they are really stupid and funny, and they can hatch out eggs, which I can't.   So the long and the short of the movable chicken coop benefits are: weed control, 100 lb of nitrogen to the acre, less tillage and eggs.  Installed lights for the chickens, on a giant extension cord.  If they get 14 hours of light they lay better.   
So this week I really feel like the egg man ( I am the walrus coocoo ke choo), there is an upward curve: today was a 65 egg day. Big omlet, making quiche and egg fu young right now.  Eggnog anyone?  For now Yellow wood farm takes what is being laid.    Talking about laying, the other day, collecting eggs around 3 o clock, I open the back of the coop and there is a chicken in one of the laying boxes, working on her project.  I am watching this chicken, it sits with its head upward, squatting on two leggs, and all of a sudden I hear: "pok".  The sound of an egg falling half an inch on the wooden floor.  Have you ever seen an egg being laid?  Stranger things have happened, but still, quite remarkable. 
Someone asked me at the food circle meeting if they could rent one of my wagons, mind you, seriously, with the chickens in it.  And, seriously, I am all up for that.   How about if you rent my chickens for a week, with all the feeders and fencers and chargers and lights to clean up your yard for a bit?   Slogans galore of course: egg on the neighbor, rent my hoe,  dig a chick, your west county upgrade.   I may just take a wagon to market and sell the farm freshest eggs ever.  "You want a dozen?  Just hang on a little it and listen for the cackling.".

Apart from the chicks: just leisure: November 15th and 60 degrees, water that works, wood in sufficient quantities, and I got the old Dodge Neon car  running.  It is not a purple car: it is cranberry colored with a pearl finish, and now it runs and it is for sale.  The outside is rough and the inside looks like 10 long haired dogs lived in it for a year.  I should go and clean the shed, but it cools off so fast at night, maybe better to go to the bar and  add some more to the tab from last week.  Later gater.