Cripple Chicken Farm II

03/14/2026

I'm just ready for egg baskets like this again.

02/27/2026

02/05/2026

The story of how 6 years to the day, I finally put myself into labor with my son; I was over due, and had tried everything. Turns out, you just need snow, a shotgun, and a chicken slaying racoon, because a few hours later I finally went into labor.

I wrote this back then;
_____________________________________________

February 5th 2020:

I should start keeping a tally, as to how many times I end up in our yard, with no pants, and a gun in my hand... It's almost midnight. I'm due literally any day, and finally getting some damn rest but God forbid it lasts long. Ben wouldn't wake up until I finally flung the closet door open and went running out of our bedroom with my shotgun. I guess that was his sign he might need to get up, cause me shaking him, he didn't budge. 😂 Once he got up and outside, he was saying things like "you're pregnant, go back inside..." "Go put pants on..." "Cortny, where is your coat?" Blah, blah, blah... 🙄 like he doesn't know who the hell he's marrying. Ain't NO time for pants and coats right now, Benjamin.
Our chicken killing culprit was striking again, and he got my favorite hen. It must have been pretty close timing, cause he dropped her in the bushes right by the coop, head and neck all mangled and hanging. Fu**er. One day I'll catch up with him. 😐

02/02/2026

Ridley's roost.

02/02/2026

Happy heavenly birthday, to the best man I've ever known.
He helped plant the seeds, of my wild little heart. Always dragging me along in the woods and teaching me how to identify plants, and their uses. To stop and enjoy some grub on a mossy log. To look for the relics of the past. 🦋

02/01/2026

I'll never stop missin' you.

Ridley + Penelope.

Ridley is also shedding her winter coat, and I think I'm gonna go insane. 😆

02/01/2026

My mom's neighbor dog.
Certified good boy.

01/31/2026

This book was written by my grandmother, Eve Powers but the stories in it were first taught to me long before I ever read them on a page.

When I was young, my grandparents would take me trompin' through the hills and forests, teaching me its history not from behind a desk, but from within the land itself. Right where it occurred. We walked old roads and overgrown paths, sometimes to abandoned cabins that still bore the marks of those who came before. They would tell me who settled in the area, what they built, what they lost.

We ate our sandwiches on mossy logs, listening to creeks flow gently nearby, surrounded by butterflies drifting through the trees. It was there, immersed in the very places where history unfolded, that I received my first local history lessons—not from a book, but from the land, and from the two people who loved it most.

My grandma gathered those same stories she told me, and preserved them with care. Years and years of research. She writes of how Cataldo bloomed, of the people who shaped it, and of the darker chapters that cannot be ignored- Murders, hardship, and struggle are woven alongside perseverance and progress, because she believed history should be told.

This book is shared with deep respect for her work and her love for history. It stands as a testament not only to Cataldo’s past, but to the woman who believed its stories were worth saving.

If you're a history buff, or a Silver Valley resident, either past or present, this is worth the buy. I have attached a link below to purchase.

https://www.amazon.com/Cataldo-Echoes-Past-Ragbag-History/dp/B0F4RW7XDP/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.DU0ixC5b-6uQYa_UwGNJVliVCfXT8WdrjCFSKygqUE5BAuXUOaK4wRbgb9614kQbkGQNaOWYvLC_6oCisB9mdXWf1lIDcZcOMiywTN90LvCW_holp4rLz2NQ1i_QWVR9iMPMQXHPqMvRlg6m9CFwuaq0pZEXMTmhzR2Y4-VxSJXvSx14yvmkphHmXO3laS4jt8Bzp9Lks-jyeCiqjmPVHQ.1-3w1YpCZ6QDYuyQwRCDd6_hOTHKTJeJm7CR8Auh2dw&dib_tag=se&keywords=cataldo&qid=1769892135&sr=8-1

01/31/2026

"If the world is flooded, it would be easy for the duck."

01/30/2026

Only a few will appreciate this. A little thrift find score, today!