We had chicken for dinner
Plus a sweet romance collection
Hi Dear Reader,
How are you doing?
This past weekend, we packed up the kids and Tank to make the trip to Wisconsin to visit my parents. They live in a cute old farmhouse with a small barn across the driveway from the house. It is an old dairy barn with the stone lower barn where the cows used to live and the upper part is where the hay was stored. It hasn’t had cows in it for decades. My dad has redone it into the Taj Mahal for his chickens.
When we pulled up to their house, Little Bock 1 said, “Look, chickens.” She was so excited to see my dad’s laying hens. My dad took the girls to go see his hens. He had one Rhode Island red (it’s brown) and three Barred Rocks (black and white stripes on their feathers). The girls fed them banana chunks and orange slices. The chickens were very gentle and delicately pecked at the fruit.
My dad has raised chickens for as long as I can remember. My mom has a picture of when I was two or three years old helping my dad feed the chickens. When I was dating Hubby, my parents still lived on the farm that I grew up on. They had acres for the chickens and ducks to roam on, along with the horses and pigs that they raised. I brought Hubby home to meet my family for the first time and his chocolate Lab, Ty, came with us.
Now, Ty was the sweetest dog ever, like most chocolate labs. But Hubby had trained him as a hunting dog and coming to a farm was heaven for him. He ran around the property, went riding with us, and helped doing barn chores that day. Then, he saw the chickens strolling around the barn. He ran toward them. Two out of the three hens took flight and landed on the stall wall out of his reach. The other chicken froze. He gently picked it up and retrieved it to Hubby, dropping it at his feet. Ty was so proud of himself. The chicken didn’t have a tooth mark on it, but its poor heart couldn’t handle the stress of being in a dog’s mouth.
That night we had roast chicken. Thankfully, my parents liked Hubby and Ty. :)
Do you have any stories about chickens?
Writing
I am still working on Cassandra and Trevor’s story. I’m almost done with the first draft. I feel like it taking forever, but it will be ready sometime this year for you to read. In the meantime, Cassandra makes her appearance in My Cowboy of Convenience. You can read it here on Substack or in ebook or paperback. Or you can check it and all my other books out from your local library.
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I do have a few things for you to check out for your reading pleasure.
Book Blurb:
Arrogant billionaire? Totally not my type.
Cole St. John shouldn't be in Montana. Devilishly handsome playboys like him don't belong here. And I'm most definitely not going to sell my land to him. In fact, I'll put him out of my mind completely. Forget his sexy smile and his broad shoulders. Or at least that was the plan. Because when Cole returns with a second offer. Asking me to pretend to be his fiancée. I falter. This is crazy. I can't stand him. But I need the money. So, I say yes. Before long, the lines between pretending and reality blur. I crave Cole's touch. I'm hungry for his kisses. This doesn't make sense. We're enemies. He's a city billionaire in his thirties. I'm a small-town girl in my twenties. What have I gotten myself into?
Billionaire's Proposal is a standalone Romantic Comedy with a HEA and NO cheating!
This is a sweet romance giveaway!
Until next week! Hugs,
Allie