Sunday selfie number 13. We just spent a glorious week on staycation. It was a week of maternity leave with a side of gardening. Truth be told, we worked our little fannies off getting things ready for the garden this summer.
The final tally… 41 bamboo plants, 180 miscanthus grass rhizomes, 24 mint plants in oak barrels around the big garden, four forsythia bushes and various other plants here and there.
Phone-a-friend I had an image all planned out in my head, that is until my face came in close contact with a garden tool. So I scurried to come up with plan B.
Introducing Greta and Ingrid
Every once in awhile I just look see to what it on Craigslist in Farm and Garden. I just happened to run across “Icelandic Chickens” for sale. The breed was new to me, so off I went down all of the rabbit holes on the Internet I found.
So our girls are from this farm (I’m pretty sure this is what I remember) Whippoorwill Farm.
The story of the Icelandic chicken
They were taken to Iceland somewhere around the 9th and 10th century by the Nordic vikings. They were hardy chickens and thrived in Iceland. That is until the commercial breeding industry started taking over and cross bred chickens were threatening the heritage. A few farmers took it to heart and began carefully breeding back the Icelandic chicken in the ’70s. Now there are breeders here in the US and a wonderful farm right in our back yard practically.
Enter Marshall Farms. This place is a paradise for chickens. In fact, I think it is probably every chickens dream. Ingrid and Greta were pecking away at the soil when we whisked them away to our place.
Behind the scenes
Let’s just say this was not the original photo I had in my head and I’m not gonna show the original I had to work with.