That's right. I want to keep hens for eggs. I want to start with three.
Really, this isn't exactly a new idea, all part and parcel with the P.E.I goal: to live off the land, own a small farmland, to grow vegetables, potatoes, fruit, have a little barn with a chicken coop and fish pond, to be able to dig my own clams and trap my own lobster. The vision is to keep it small, or at least, start off very small. I didn't give the livestock part a good think through until this weekend when I came across an old advert about Uncle Sam wanting you to keep hens and raise chickens, that even a small backyard can be plenty of room for a couple of hens. And, now. . . yeah, I don't want to wait for P.E.I.
I wanna start this thing right now. I'm trying to figure out how to make room on my apartment's fire escape for it, or how to turn it into a greenhouse. SOMETHING. It's ridiculous what things I'm trying to come up with in my mind to start my real life RIGHT VERY NOW! I'm so fed up with waiting or delaying.
My basil is busting through the top of my aquarium, near ready to hit the light. I'll have to finally get them into pots or bunny's old cage and get them outside tomorrow. They're on their own now, and I'm worried because of how this summer hasn't really been anything but spring and rain everyday. Not a good summer for these babies to be outside, but that's where they're going to have to go.
My oldest sister may be looking to move in with me in September. Apparently, her common-law of about 15 years is kicking her out of the cozy life she's been enjoying. This has been on the way out the door since their relationship started. Shockingly, I would agree to her moving in. I need the money break, need a faster boost towards that P.E.I goal before I get too along in craziness, due to my desperation of living here as I would there.