Vote for Gracie! Please?
Sights from around Crooked Acres.
Last week, it stormed. A bolt of lightning hit close enough to the house to fry the underground fence around the back yard (the little box inside the house that runs the fence, I mean to say – the wire itself was fine). Fred didn’t realize ’til the weekend that it also spot-welded the hook that holds the gate to the chickens’ maternity yard closed.
Happy pups.
The ducks are getting bigger every day.
They always stick together.
“Guys, come back over here! Bob found a bug!”
They seem to prefer this smaller container over the kids’ pool. I hope they like their pond, whenever the guy gets it dug.
“Who, me? Slacking under the chicken coop? Why, no. I’d never!”
“Yes he would!”
Side eyes.
Scratching an itch.
“Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod!”
“Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod!”
“Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod!”
“::puff::puff::puff::gasp::pant:: Someone said there were COOKIES over here?!”
“I would totally get out of this wallow if you gave me a cookie. ::sideeyes::”
Mama hen and her babies.
These are the chicks who were born last week. We had another six hatch yesterday. And the Silkie is sitting on seven eggs. ::sigh::
Almost as much as tomatoes, chickens love watermelon.
That white one there in the middle is all “MINE, ALL MINE.”
“Hey! Y’all get away from my watermelon!”
This gangly teenage rooster grabbed a chunk and ran off with it so he could eat in peace. That’s the smart move!
I just put this poster up in the foster room. I think it’s really neat – I saw one in a vet’s office, and had to get one for myself. I’d kind of like to get a feline internal organs chart to go along with it, but I’m not having any luck finding one.
The walls are getting crowded in there. Over the door to the closet is Fat Cat Capsizing. To the left of that is the Guide to House Cat Coat Color and Patterns, and to the left of that is the picture Katherine gave me several months ago, which I like more every time I look at it.
On the other side, the skeletal poster, a “Keep Cats and Kitty On” print, and a shelf that holds the phone and laser toy. Oh, and though you can’t see it, a gorgeous cross-stitched kitten picture my grandmother cross-stitched for my daughter and which I borrowed for the foster room (she’ll get it back some day!)
I try, at least one dinner a week, to serve nothing but food we grew at Crooked Acres. Sunday, we had pork chops, okra, and butternut squash fries.
And then Monday, pork chops (left over from the night before), roasted acorn squash (the last of the THREE we ended up getting), and tomatoes and mozzarella.
But don’t be too impressed – Tuesday and Wednesday, we had shrimp that we definitely did NOT grow here (but it was oh so good!)
One minute he’s sitting there minding his own business…
And the next!
He’s getting his butt kicked!
By his very own little sister!
Soundly kicked!
I guess she’s not frail and fragile any more, to say the least!
And then they nap.
I’m truly not quite sure how she gets up there. I’m assuming she jumps up? Climbs up? Who knows. Maybe she’s Super Patty and she leaps up there in a single bound!
Never! Give! Up!
“Not sure how I got up here, and not sure how I’m gonna get down.”
I love Everett’s orange eyes.
Sally Peppers is not impressed.
Goofy Lucy Peppers.
Newt, trying to blend in with the leaves.
Previously
2010: The many moods of Marty.
2009: That was one big fucking dose of Benadryl and I was high as a kite.
2008: “Shit!” he exclaimed. “We forgot to check Nick for toots!”
2007: No entry.
2006: If I were manic-depressive (wait. Do they call it bipolar now? I haven’t kept up on my psychiatrically politically correct terms lately), I think I would have been considered to be in a manic state yesterday.
2005: Never-ending.
2004: If you had any idea how much time I spent backspacing and retyping words when I write my entries, you’d burst into tears of sympathy.
2003: Who the fuck are Nikki and Paris Hilton, and why would I give a good goddamn what they’re wearing or doing or driving or fucking?
2002: No entry.
2001: You know you’re getting old when you have to ask a 12 year-old girl who’s on the TV.
2000: No entry.