This week on Dinosaurs Can’t Eat Pizza, Nance and I made pizza dough.
Okay, for those of you who didn’t see the dog in the cloud picture from yesterday, does this help?
Also, someone said they saw a squirrel sitting on a dog’s head, and so when I looked to see if I saw it too, I saw the squirrel, but actually thought the head looked more like a pig than a dog. When I originally saw the cloud, I thought it looked like a pig’s head, but in the half a minute between the time I spotted the pig’s-head-cloud and the camera got ready to take pictures (instant-on is NOT one of my cameras charms), it turned into more of a dog to me (thus the picture above).
(Those pictures made with PicMonkey, which looks as thought it’s going to be a good replacement for Picnik. In case you hadn’t heard, Picnik is closing down in April. Yes, they’re moving Picnik over to Google+, but if I wanted to be editing pictures in Google+, I’d already have been doing that. PS: If Flickr shuts down, I am beyond screwed.)
One day last week, Fred went out to feed the chickens. He had to open the gate to the maternity yard to let the girl ducks out (the maternity yard is a small yard attached to the back of the coop where we put broody hens and their eggs. The hens and their chicks live there for about a week after the eggs have hatched so that we don’t have to worry about them being run over by the big chickens in the big coop). The girl ducks have been pushed their way through the fence (which is under the coop) to get into the maternity yard, and then can’t figure out how to get back out.
(Ducks are approximately as smart as chickens. In other words: not very.)
So Fred opened the gate and got one female duck out, but didn’t see the other one. He looked out into the chicken yard and didn’t see her out there, either, so he looked in the maternity coop (which started its life as a dog house, which the dogs refused to go into, and then the hens started going in there and laying eggs. Those goddamn hens will lay eggs in any out of the way place they can find.) and standing in the middle of the coop was the missing girl duck. Behind her, a nest. In the nest? Several duck eggs!
Did I manage to think to take a comparison picture with a duck egg and a chicken egg? I did not. I’ll try to do that before Thursday!
We ended up with five duck eggs (as seen in the picture above), and after I snapped the picture, Fred asked me to scramble one so we could try it. I’ve heard that duck eggs are richer than chicken eggs, and also that they’re good to bake with.
So I scrambled one of the eggs and Fred ate a few bites and I ate a few bites, and I can tell you that it had a stronger flavor than a chicken egg – it was very eggy – and I didn’t eat more than a few bites. I’ll be sticking to chicken eggs for breakfast from here on out, but I’m looking forward to baking with the duck eggs.
Yesterday morning I was in the foster room, sitting in front of the box, petting kittens. Emmy stood up and walked out of the box, brushing by me, and went to lay down behind the box. She was in such a position that she couldn’t see into the box, though she clearly knew that I could reach the kittens, and instead of sitting and watching me, she flopped over and went to sleep.
I took the opportunity to straighten up the pink pad – which they’d pretty much pushed out of the box – and petted the kittens, and they responded by letting me pet them, and then scooting off to the back of the box where they piled up and went to sleep. She left the box again last night, completely unconcerned that I was right there all prepared to touch her babies (which I did).
Yesterday afternoon, Emmy was in the box and a couple of the babies were nursing. Razzie came over and looked at me, then came out of the box and went off the pink pad onto the floor. Emmy gave me a look as if to say “WHAT THE -?” and then walked out of the box, sniffed at Razzie, and then walked away and sat a few feet away, watching her. Razzie pretty much immediately turned around and went back into the box, but hey – it’s a step forward, right? Before we know it, those babies will be scattered all over the room, exploring!
By the time I went back into the room at bedtime last night, they’d pushed the pink pad out of the box again. Fred suggested that maybe it was too warm for them (that room gets pretty warm, especially with daytime temps in the low 80s), so I replaced it with a smooth fabric pad. They seemed okay with it, so we’ll see if they accept it or if it gets pushed out of the box as well.
Sweet baby.
“I HAZ A COMPLAINT AND MY COMPLAINT IS STOP TAKING PICTURES OF ME AND ALSO MAMA KEEPS PUTTING HER PAW ON ME AND IT IS HEAVYYYYYYYYYY, WAHHHHHHHHHH!”
“What babies? I have no babies. I’m free and single and have no worries in the world. (Shhh, let me have my fantasy…)”
“This is my mama and I love her, you go ‘way.”
“I have spoken my piece and counted to three.”
Kitten pillows make for the best sleep.
Rough life, Emmy. I wish I could hang out in a box covered by kittens all day!
Bath time!
Gettin’ his loon on.
Previously
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: “I absolutely LOATHE nerds that act SUPERIOR about their NERDY ICONS.”
2008: I am a peeing machine.
2007: That just screams “Monday”, doesn’t it?
2006: “I prefer ‘va-jay-jay’,” he said almost prissily.
2005: No entry.
2004: No entry.
2003: And why is it that I ALWAYS have my period when it’s time to leave on vacation? Why? Whyyyyyyyyy?
2002: I don’t want to have to think about Ozzy having a boner, thankyouverymuch.
2001: Fortunately, I have many more lazing-around-the-house-reading hours in the day than he does.
2000: I didn’t think cats did such things once they were fixed.