We found out yesterday afternoon that in Texas it’s illegal to transport a feral hog except to an approved/inspected location so we can’t get the pig. Chances are we would never get caught but we’re not willing to break the law. I’m disappointed but . . they might not let me blog from jail so I’d better not get it!
Vince might let me get a couple of domestic pigs now that he agreed that we could get that one. I’d rather have goats but I know he isn’t going to agree to that either. I guess for now, I’ll be happy with Speck, Boots, Rita and Cat and . . a bunch of chickens.
Speaking of chickens, they’ve finally started laying again. It got cooler (which is still not cool but it’s August in Texas), the Buckeyes are all laying now and I’m getting 8 – 12 eggs per day.
After this picture was taken, I got one more egg so I got 11 yesterday – one from every hen except one. For the longest time I was getting 2, maybe 3 eggs per day and then all of a sudden, they’ve all kicked into high gear and are laying. What do I do with 10 or more eggs per day? I share with a couple of friends but yesterday – 2 eggs for each of us for breakfast, 1 each for the dogs for breakfast, 1 egg in the corn muffins I made for lunch and 2 egg yolks in the tapioca pudding I made for dessert. That’s 9 eggs. Today I don’t think I’ll use any. We average about 3 dozen eggs per week unless I make a pound cake or something that takes a lot of eggs. That means I have 2 or 3, sometimes 4 dozen eggs to share with friends.
At least I’m not feeding all those chickens and not getting anything in return but with them free ranging, they don’t eat much food so . . I’m not complaining whether they’re laying a few or a lot of eggs. The only time I complain is when I have to buy storebought eggs! Chickens . . you hear that?