Lucky the cat has Eyelid Agenesis (that’s the same condition the True Blood 6 were born with) and needs surgery. Spread the word, won’t you?
Sights from around Crooked Acres.
The Robins are everywhere right now.
Rooster stomping over to see WHAT in TARNATION is going on.
Another rooster.
This Golden Polish is by far our prettiest chicken (in my opinion). I love her coloring. She’s a couple of years old now, and her head feathers seem to be slowly turning white. Which just makes her prettier! We call her “the Rock Star.”
Meredith Grey is appalled at this treatment.
“Sir, unhand me!”
“I SAY, unhand me!”
I love to get shots that show how much smaller Gracie is than George.
Happy pups.
“Pups, look at me! ME! Good, Gracie! Now, George, look at ME, not off in the distance like you’re having deep thoughts. Can’t I get one shot of the two of you BOTH looking at me?”
Apparently NOT.
Last Fall, the pansies in the pot on the front porch seemed to be about dead, so I tossed them on the compost heap. Which apparently brought them back to life – I should repot them and put them on the front porch again!
Baby pears. God willing and the creek don’t rise, maybe we’ll actually get some fruit from our fruit trees this year!
Mister Bluebird likes to hang around the back yard.
You’ll pardon all the pictures of the babies nursing, won’t you? I took, literally, over 100 pictures while this was going on, and it was really hard to whittle them down to the best ones. I could sit and watch baby kittens nurse FOREVER.
Maggie’s clearly thinking “I blame YOU for this.” What can I say? They get kind of excited when they realize I’ve come into the room!
“Seriously, I could use a mani/pedi and a massage.”
I wish they stayed this little and had those amazing blue eyes forever and ever.
Coltrane’s on the other side of the ditch that separates the back forty from the front part of our property and he doesn’t appreciate having us so far from him. Who’s going to pet him?!
(I’ve mentioned this before, I’m sure, but I have some new readers recently, and wanted to say that the area of our property that I call “The back forty” is about two and a half acres (our entire property is 4 1/2 acres). It’s where the chickens and George and Gracie live (there’s a big chicken coop and at one point Fred actually built a big, solid dog house on the back of the chicken coop, which the dogs refused to use. It’s now the maternity coop. When weather gets bad, the dogs can go into the big coop if they want to. There’s also a rain shelter on the front of the coop. Of course, most of the time they prefer to hang out in the middle of the field. Rain doesn’t bother them.)
Previously
2010: Bolitar’s in hand-to-hand combat, and Reacher’s got Jake’s tail.
2009: I wanted to station myself next to the display of bowls and if anyone looked particularly interested in buying the bowl, offering them $5 NOT to buy the goddamn thing.
2008: I KNEW SOMEONE HAD STOLEN MY FELIWAY! GIVE IT BACK!
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: I want to hear “Fine, thanks. Here’s your Supah-sized Diet Coke. Have a nice day!” Understood? I swear, I’m just going to STOP asking, that’s all.
2003: Some day I’ll create a housecleaning schedule and actually keep to it. Ha!
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: So, my last official day at work. Ho-hum.
Oh, pics of Maggie and her beautiful babes are putting me in a better mood this crappy morning. Thanks, Robyn…I needed that.
I love those puppies’ happy, smiling faces. You know, they’d probably pay more attention to you if you were made of ham.
The first picture of the rooster strutting around screams Foghorn Leghorn! hee
I agree! I think the “I SAY, unhand me!” sounds like Foghorn Leghorn.
Great minds.
You’ve probably said before, but how do you get across the ditch? (or is it pretty shallow in places?)
I LOVE your pics…they make my day!
I have to second…er, rather, fifth…the sentiments that these are most excellent pictures today. Those dogs are just so happy! How could we not smile at those pictures?? And I’m just as enamored of the chickens, especially the Golden Polish. Now I want a hat like hers 😉
Of course, being a bit of a geek, the thing that stands out even more than the beautiful pictures and the mind-exploding cuteness of the kittehs, is the phrase “God willing and the creek don’t rise.” Is that a Maine expression or an Alabama expression? It sounds familiar, but I’ve lived in both north and south, so I’m not sure where I may have heard it.
Dumb question, but how in god’s name does that lovely chicken SEE?! Also, do you think her Momma chicken is running around somewhere all mad because her daughter’s feathers are in her eyes?
I’m weird.
Love, love, love the golden polish. Reminds me of church ladies in their very best hats. Crooked Acres seems like such a happy place, makes me want to move to a little farm somewhere.
I looks to me like she is ready for the royal wedding in all her finery.
I keep thinking that “Mary Margaret McMao” should be changed to “Mary Margaret McMom”. LOL
I steal(er,admire)more pix from your site than anywhere else.
Your captions are priceless-often bringing about snorting,guffawing and barely contained shaking(a laughter quake??)of my body,which upsets the resident cockatiels to no end.
I will admit to being a comments skimmer 🙂
Has anyone ever mentioned to you that “mao”, when said in a flat* tone, is the word for CAT in Mandarin Chinese?
* This is the 1st of four tones, the 2nd, 3rd and 4th being up, down/up, down
I was at the zoo today and saw one of those fancy chickens like yours. I was all “Oooh, Bitchypoo has chickens like that!” Except I was with two small children who wouldn’t of understood so I thought it to myself. 😀
I love how Maggie has her paw on a wayward kitten butt as the rest are nursing!