Sights from around Crooked Acres.
Panoramic shot of the chickens.
Every weekend, we give the chickens whatever sweets we have left laying around. Last weekend was a cherry pie.
They were fans of the cherry pie, to say the least.
It was gone in about 30 seconds flat.
We also gave them some left over pizza. The smart ones grabbed a hunk of crust and ran off away from the others so they could eat in peace.
Head Rooster enjoys him some pizza, too.
The Rock Star.
Y’all know I think this chicken is SO pretty.
Zombie Chicken, on the run with her piece of the pizza.
Time to herd the ducks out to the pond for their weekly visit!
(I know it looks like that duck is eating the mud. He’s not – Fred had tossed a handful of scratch his way.)
Please note the look Mister Duck is giving Miz Duck in this picture.
There were pictures between the last picture and this one, but I deleted them because no one needs to see duck sex. You’re welcome.
Girl Duck on the right is all ::flapflapflap:: “Better you than me, sister!” and Man Duck back there is all “You’re next, missy!”
We got ’em out to the pond, and they went in the water like they were doing us a favor.
We made them stay in for about five minutes.
“We’re IN the water, but we’re NOT enjoying it!”
Then they spotted freedom and went for it.
Ingrates.
I got this really neat little cat from Jai the other day.
Charlie thought it was neat, too.
I got kind of excited because it totally looked to me like it might be made out of cat hair.
Jai said probably not (it came from a craft fair), so Charlie turned his attentions to the star that came with the cat, and tried to eat it. (I took it away from him and hung it on the tree.)
In the same visit to the post office, I got a pair of socks from Kathy.
And a Chilean terracotta three-legged pig! (It’s a token of good fortune. I feel more fortunate already!)
Thanks again, Jai and Kathy!
Panoramic of the boys – left to right: Opie, Tig, Clay, Jax.
Eyes on the feather teaser (I love how they reach for it, even when it’s nowhere near them.)
Tig and Jax.
Such serious little faces.
Opie must have some serious abs. I know I could never lick the bottom of my foot without using my arm to hold my leg in place!
That must be one dirty foot.
Jax, possessor of the only tail in the kitten room, has three little tuxies playing with his tail a LOT. They thing it’s a pretty fabulous toy.
Well, Joseph Robert, that’s a bit of a pickle you find yourself in, isn’t it?
This is what happens when you slip out of your collar and climb over the fence.
I should just leave you out there to teach you a lesson, is what I should do.
Previously
2010: I haz a snuggle.
2009: Mike & Gus: Brudderly…. love?
2008: It was kind of a cooking-themed weekend for me.
2007: I expected to read “And after we had fabulous chocolate crepes for dessert, we moved on to Bob’s house for the key party to end the night on a high note.”
2006: It burns, Jane! The applique, IT BURRRRRRRRNS!
2005: I’m a creature of habit, what can I say?
2004: No shit, Matt. Ya think? Ya think she might like to eat?
2003: “You are NOT allowed in Maine!” I informed him.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Except for world peace and all that. Yadda, yadda.
1999: No entry.