BABY NUMBER ONE IS HERE!!!!
Emmy doesn’t want us in there, she growled at us. We don’t want to stress her out, so left her alone. I’ll be reporting more when I can, over at Facebook.
New month, new banner!
I made this one. I adore that picture of the duck, flooping up out of the water.
Sights from around Crooked Acres.
Male and female House Finches.
They just love those homemade seed blocks so very, very much.
The daffodils around the cat house in the back yard have started to bloom. I love daffodils, they’re my favorite flower.
Happy Gracie.
Sweet Miss Gracie keeps an eye on the flock.
Her “let’s play!” pose. You can’t see him in the picture, but George is not far away.
Dirty, dirty dawgs.
Gracie, keeping an eye out.
Pup in motion.
George, slurpin’.
Gracie, coming down off Dirt Mountain.
Toasty the rooster keeps an eye on his wimminfolk.
I don’t know how she stays so clean and blindingly white. Probably she doesn’t venture forth from the coop when it’s muddy out.
Young rooster, chasing after a hen.
One thing that good roosters do is, when they spot food, they cluck so that the hens will know that they’ve located food. It’s similar to the noise a mother hen makes for her babies. Toasty the rooster called this little hen over, and she came running because hens so love them some food.
Between the two of them, they polished it off in no time.
Two young roosters, facing off. The white one on the right displays what we call “Umbrella Neck.”
Note that the adult chickens have no time for this nonsense.
The young ones are all “Yeah? You’ve got Umbrella Neck? ME TOO! MY Umbrella Neck is way more Umbrella-y than yours!”
Then the black rooster took it to the next level and jumped at the white one, who reacted by clutching his pearls and running off while clucking hysterically.
Roosters keep watch while the wimminfolk eat.
Chicken on Dirt Mountain.
Another daffodil.
I need to get out near the fruit trees with the camera – at least a couple of them are already covered in blossoms, and they’re awfully pretty.
Is it Spring? Because it certainly feels like it!
Tuesday night, little cross-eyed Lucy got herself adopted! Here’s a refresher on just who Lucy Peppers is:
The story is that the people who ended up adopting Lucy were originally looking at Sally. Lisa got Sally warmed up and they were petting her, then she opened the cage that Everett and Lucy were in, and Lucy was friendlier, so they ended up deciding to take her. Hey, I’m just thrilled that Sally was allowing them to pet her at all! Everett was still hissy (did I mention that when I put him in the cage with Lucy on Monday he hissed at her, then hissed at me, and then hissed at someone walking by?). I’m sure that given a few more days, Everett will be his big ol’ loverboy self.
This is HUGE – Lucy only had to spend another week in that cage before someone came along and fell in love with her sweet little self.
I’m hoping that this weekend will be the weekend that Everett and Sally go. Fingers and toes crossed!
(This was written last night; as of this moment I can hear two babies in there yelling away!)
No babies. I thought for SURE she was going to have those babies on the 29th! Oh, she’s a stubborn brat – still eating like crazy, if anything her appetite has picked up. She’s getting bigger by the moment, I swear.
Smug little face.
Poppin’ out all over.
Clearly she trusts me enough to sleep while I’m in the room mere feet away.
“Were you just thinking about bringing me food? Because I could eat.”
A couple of people requested a belly video the other day, after I mentioned that her belly was a squirming mass o’ babies. It took some doing, but here you go:
It’s really kind of mesmerizing, no?
Look! It’s Joe Bob NOT on the scratcher!
You wild and crazy boy.
Previously
2011: Have I ever mentioned that I can hardly stand how gorgeous Corbie is?
2010: I guess it’s March’s plan to come in like a lion
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: Natalie Maines could use some wardrobe advice, though, and I hope I’m not trampling all over her Right to Freely Dress Like a Bag Lady when I say that.
2006: It was so friggin’ cute I made Fred listen to it, too.
2005: I have my finger on the pulse of pop culture, apparently.
2004: A day in the life.
2003: What makes me crazy.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Okay, enough of the wallowing.