Melissa Deadrich

Down to One

Snooki is MIA. Our little wild child hen who refused to stay in her coop, and then refused to stay in her run, and then refused the entire yard after she decimated the majority of our plants, instead preferring to visit the neighboring yards, has not come home. She took her typical jaunt around theContinue reading “Down to One”

Taking the 20 Pound Cat to the Vet…Solo.

I live with a Maine Coon. A large, male Maine Coon. A big baby. Who had to go to the vet for his checkup today. Those with “normal” cats, or no cats may not understand what this entailed. He doesn’t fit in a cat carrier. I’ve tried. His 20 pounds of bones, muscle and furContinue reading “Taking the 20 Pound Cat to the Vet…Solo.”

Goodbye 2014, Hello 2015!

By the title you can probably guess that 2014 was not the best of years, especially at the start. Rocky, tumultuous and toxic. Somehow I made lemonade out of lemons though, and fought with everything I have to create a more positive and healthy environment for me and my daughter. I’m now ending the yearContinue reading “Goodbye 2014, Hello 2015!”

The Fox in the Hen House

After over a year of being “Momma Hen” I am officially crazy. The Husband might also be. Especially once The Fox began visiting. The first time, The Fox was seen by The Husband and dismissed by me in my usual, “oh there he goes again, overreacting about what is probably just a large cat”. TheContinue reading “The Fox in the Hen House”

Chicken Chatter

The Husband’s Happy Hens have taken over the yard. They have completely trashed the lawn and are happily uprooting all of the plants. And let’s not talk about the poop. Which I have to clean off the walkways EVERY DAY! And The Husband said chickens were easy. Of course they are, if you have themContinue reading “Chicken Chatter”

Escape Artists

These chickens have taken over the yard. No joke. Snooki routinely flys out, and for the longest time would not let me near her, so anytime she got out The Husband was called in to rescue. Only on Sunday morning he was out running yard errands, and when I went out to check on theContinue reading “Escape Artists”

The Coop

The chicken coop is really a two-story house for the birds with a little ladder that gets them to and from the top, where they sleep and lay their eggs. Well, in a perfect world it is where they lay their eggs. The Husband built a nice platform for the coop, so that no littleContinue reading “The Coop”

Speaking of chickens…

The Husband came home with these 4 little chickens, 2 days old, last year. I knew nothing about chickens and wasn’t particularly fond of birds in general. So I’m none too thrilled with these birds in a cardboard box that the 2 year old is going ga ga over. (Although I have to admit thatContinue reading “Speaking of chickens…”

Talking TORO

I’m a fourth generation real estate broker. My grandfather, Gen 3, had a newsletter he would send to clients called – drum roll please – RealTORO. It talked about real estate. Or rather the “bull” of real estate. Bull like BS. I never saw a copy so I can’t be sure. Which is actually surprisingContinue reading “Talking TORO”