2012 calendars. —————–>
Sights from around Crooked Acres.
Those of you who guessed that these flowers (the pink ones, not the Hydrangeas) are Periwinkles were correct. Also known as Vinca Minor. They’re still hanging in there, despite the fact that I haven’t watered them in like a week and a half because I suck. (I’ll water them today, I PROMISE.)
The garden, pretty much put to bed. There are two or three okra plants still out there – you can see them in the middle-right side of the picture. I need to harvest the humongous pods off the plants to save for seeds for next year, and pull up the plants.
My little raised-bed area. Those are chinese cabbage in the front (one of them has bolted; I’m going to harvest the seeds for next year), regular cabbage beside them, catnip there in the background, doing beautifully, and carrots on the right side of the picture. I have hopes that I’ll still be able to harvest those cabbages, but good LORD are they growing slowly.
That’s the volunteer tomato plant growing through the fence. Fred reported that he saw one of the littlest chicks roosting on one of the branches that was sticking through to the other side of the fence. Too cute!
Panoramic view from atop the dirt pile. This is of the front of the back forty, looking toward the house. The red building on the left is the garden shed. The green building on the right is the chicken coop. The house (white) is straight ahead. The problem with panoramic pictures is that when you size them down to fit in a blog post, it makes it hard to see anything! You can see this picture larger here (if you want to see it full-sized (8192×1856), here it is original-sized.)
And a panoramic view of the left side of the back forty. That’s the pig yard behind that fence, and the pond on the right side. Size large here and original size here.
“HURRY UP LADY WE WANT OUR SNACKINS!”
I love this face.
Dirt Mountain has a ROAD up to the top, for the record. The dogs think it’s SUPER AWESOME FUNTIME.
Me (and Gracie) in front of Dirt Mountain. This still really doesn’t show the full scope of how much dirt there is. We really need to figure out how to get a picture of it from above.
(The pig yard is on the other side of Dirt Mountain, btw.)
Gracie sure does love her Daddy.
Sweet pups.
I love this picture. I don’t know why all the hens were hanging out in the coop on such a warm, sunny day, but I like seeing the range of colors.
“Come on out, hens! I promise I’ll behave!”
This hen is really pretty, but the eyes on her – she kinda looks like a zombie chicken, doesn’t she? Braaaaaaains.
This is one of the hens from our original 12. Of the original 12 we got four(ish) years ago, we still have about six of them.
Okay, I had to go look at Flickr to see when I first posted pictures of the first chickens we ever got. We got them in March 2007, so 4 1/2 years ago. Here’s one of my favorite pictures from then:
Also, the following year (2008), here’s the Rock Star as a little chick:
I like how ducks always look like they’re smiling.
They just keep getting prettier.
Ready to rumble. You can really see the difference between the males and females from the front.
When you’re a Duck,
You’re a Duck all the way
From your first juicy bug
To your last dyin’ day.
Okay, lastly, a couple of Crooked Acres videos!
The first is the ducks and chickens, hanging out under the big tree. The first part is the ducks, the second part is the chickens – mostly the white Silkie and a couple of her babies, roosting on some fallen branches.
And the second is a couple of roosters making sure everyone knows what studs they are (crowing, that is. No chicken sex in this video!)
It cracks me up how casual Lucy is. She’s all “Yes, I’m sitting on top of my brother. What of it?”
Lucy and Everett.
Have I ever mentioned that if Harlan were human, he’d be a laid-back surfer boy? He’s such a sweet little stoner, always sitting around with his eyes at half mast, letting you pick him up and carry him around, and purring the whole time.
“Whatchoo want, lady?” (Sally)
Charlie comes by for a visit.
Charlie likes to keep an eye on things.
Harlan and Lucy, watching the bugs go by the window.
I love it when they snuggle up together like this.
Harlan, air-kneading whilst getting a belly rub.
Seriously. Do you SEE the size of those paws?!
Patty has the prettiest eyes.
Everett also has very pretty and very striking eyes.
Snoozin’ Chuckles.
Molly, lookin’ for bugs.
I hope his chewed-off white whisker grows back soon – he needs his balance restored!
Miz Poo in the Poo Cave (there’s a warming pad in there, thus this is her favorite place to hang out when she’s not on top of me).
Previously
2010: And then Rhyme proceeded to run around like a great big goofball. The end.
2009: The other night, Fred said “I should go out there at night and put a “NO FISHING” sign in the middle of the garden.”
2008: The pigs gave it two (four?) hooves up.
2007: Write about your day!
2006: I guess you can teach an old Fred new tricks.
2005: Can’t a girl be a dumbass without the whole world going into an uproar about it?
2004: For once, he had no good comeback.
2003: “Oh yeah. I hate this feeling. I should have just had a Diet Coke.”
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.
1999: Can you tell this irks me?