We picked up our broiler chicks on May 2nd this year. By June 18th, they were almost as large as the Grand Girl!

Well, maybe only a third as big. We started with 15 chicks. One died within a day...trampled by its nest-mates. Another died at about 4 weeks. We figure it rolled onto its back and couldn’t right itself, like a turtle. We found another nest-mate who had rolled and appeared dead a few days later, but I found him in time to right him, and he walked away. This was a sure sign we needed to begin to harvest them, and so we did.

As my grandfather would say, “You like chicken? Take a wing!”...as he offered you his arm.

Our salad garden was planted at the end of May. Three weeks later, we are having our first salad. Seven weeks and the chickens were between 4 1/2 and 6 pounds. We left 5 to grow some more, for Thanksgiving and Christmas and other family gatherings. I love seasons!