Sights from around Crooked Acres.
Quintessential Crooked Acres.
Jeez. How long have these pictures been sitting on my hard drive? The pigs are way bigger than that now!
You guys have any idea what this is? It smells fantastic.
Happy pups.
Nothin’ angrier than a broody hen.
The eggs under one of the hens hatched, so we moved her to the maternity coop. I carried the chicks in a basket.
“Is this our new home?”
“I guess so, sonny.”
“I suppose this is okay. Plenty of room for me and all the kids…”
“Huh. Ceiling’s a little low. But it’s cozy. It’ll do. My neighbor’s kind of a bitch, though.”
“YOU BETTER KEEP THOSE KIDS QUIET OVER THERE. I KEEP MY KIDS QUIET, YOU DO THE SAME WITH YOURS, YOU HEAR ME?!”
Momma and babies, strolling around the yard.
We have mice around the big coop. Or I guess I should say, we HAD mice. Fred put out humane traps to catch them. Then when the mice were caught, he relocated them to the other side of the back forty. They don’t seem to be making their way back to the coop, oddly enough.
I know they’re awful disease-carrying vermin, but they certainly are cute.
What, if anything, do you guys want to see pictures of? Other than kittens, of course. I’m likely going to make Thursdays “Sights from around Crooked Acres” day here at Bitchypoo, at least for the summer, so tell me what you want to see. I’m not guaranteeing I’ll take a picture of what you want to see, but I’ll certainly consider just about anything within reason.
Sheila drives me crazy and makes me laugh because she is SUCH a little wild thing. I eat at my desk, and she’s always all up in my face, “Whatcha got, huh, can I have some, well, I’ll just TAKE some, you don’t mind do you, I knew you wouldn’t NOM NOM NOM.” I spray the compressed air at her, and she goes flat and her ears go out to either side, but the instant I put the air down she’s all back up in my face again. Yesterday she peered around the can of compressed air at my plate of food, and I almost choked on my lunch because she was so cute. Such a little character, she is.
“Uhmmmm. Hanging off the carrier. Why? What are YOU doing?”
I can’t get over what a gorgeous little guy Lieu is.
Lieu, getting an eyeful of Sheila.
Bolitar (who we are calling “Buster” and sometimes “Buster Brown” constantly these days)
Corbett (AKA “Bad Boy”, even though he really isn’t)
Newt on the left, Coltrane on the right.
Previously
2009: I don’t mind telling you that I’m ready to burn the goddamn house down.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: For the record, that’s the sort of thing that gives me a fucking stroke.
2004: Oh, Rayford Steele, you manly stud.
2003: Now, do I look like the kind of gal who enjoys hiking?
2002: Some people have wild sex dreams. I dream that I’m chatting with my husband and kissing him goodbye for the day. Somebody stop me!
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.