Vote for Gracie! Please?
Sights from around Crooked Acres.
Last week, it stormed. A bolt of lightning hit close enough to the house to fry the underground fence around the back yard (the little box inside the house that runs the fence, I mean to say – the wire itself was fine). Fred didn’t realize ’til the weekend that it also spot-welded the hook that holds the gate to the chickens’ maternity yard closed.
Happy pups.
The ducks are getting bigger every day.
They always stick together.
“Guys, come back over here! Bob found a bug!”
They seem to prefer this smaller container over the kids’ pool. I hope they like their pond, whenever the guy gets it dug.
“Who, me? Slacking under the chicken coop? Why, no. I’d never!”
“Yes he would!”
Side eyes.
Scratching an itch.
“Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod!”
“Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod!”
“Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod!”
“::puff::puff::puff::gasp::pant:: Someone said there were COOKIES over here?!”
“I would totally get out of this wallow if you gave me a cookie. ::sideeyes::”
Mama hen and her babies.
These are the chicks who were born last week. We had another six hatch yesterday. And the Silkie is sitting on seven eggs. ::sigh::
Almost as much as tomatoes, chickens love watermelon.
That white one there in the middle is all “MINE, ALL MINE.”
“Hey! Y’all get away from my watermelon!”
This gangly teenage rooster grabbed a chunk and ran off with it so he could eat in peace. That’s the smart move!
I just put this poster up in the foster room. I think it’s really neat – I saw one in a vet’s office, and had to get one for myself. I’d kind of like to get a feline internal organs chart to go along with it, but I’m not having any luck finding one.
The walls are getting crowded in there. Over the door to the closet is Fat Cat Capsizing. To the left of that is the Guide to House Cat Coat Color and Patterns, and to the left of that is the picture Katherine gave me several months ago, which I like more every time I look at it.
On the other side, the skeletal poster, a “Keep Cats and Kitty On” print, and a shelf that holds the phone and laser toy. Oh, and though you can’t see it, a gorgeous cross-stitched kitten picture my grandmother cross-stitched for my daughter and which I borrowed for the foster room (she’ll get it back some day!)
I try, at least one dinner a week, to serve nothing but food we grew at Crooked Acres. Sunday, we had pork chops, okra, and butternut squash fries.
And then Monday, pork chops (left over from the night before), roasted acorn squash (the last of the THREE we ended up getting), and tomatoes and mozzarella.
But don’t be too impressed – Tuesday and Wednesday, we had shrimp that we definitely did NOT grow here (but it was oh so good!)
One minute he’s sitting there minding his own business…
And the next!
He’s getting his butt kicked!
By his very own little sister!
Soundly kicked!
I guess she’s not frail and fragile any more, to say the least!
And then they nap.
I’m truly not quite sure how she gets up there. I’m assuming she jumps up? Climbs up? Who knows. Maybe she’s Super Patty and she leaps up there in a single bound!
Never! Give! Up!
“Not sure how I got up here, and not sure how I’m gonna get down.”
I love Everett’s orange eyes.
Sally Peppers is not impressed.
Goofy Lucy Peppers.
Newt, trying to blend in with the leaves.
Previously
2010: The many moods of Marty.
2009: That was one big fucking dose of Benadryl and I was high as a kite.
2008: “Shit!” he exclaimed. “We forgot to check Nick for toots!”
2007: No entry.
2006: If I were manic-depressive (wait. Do they call it bipolar now? I haven’t kept up on my psychiatrically politically correct terms lately), I think I would have been considered to be in a manic state yesterday.
2005: Never-ending.
2004: If you had any idea how much time I spent backspacing and retyping words when I write my entries, you’d burst into tears of sympathy.
2003: Who the fuck are Nikki and Paris Hilton, and why would I give a good goddamn what they’re wearing or doing or driving or fucking?
2002: No entry.
2001: You know you’re getting old when you have to ask a 12 year-old girl who’s on the TV.
2000: No entry.
Wow! That is scary about the lightning, it must have been really close to do that to the hook on the gate. Gracie looks like she is wearing eyeliner, so cute.
Giggle, snort: “Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod!” “Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod!”
I think that is EXACTLY what little pig was thinking.
Charlie totally let her win because he’s a gentleman and a wonderful big brother. Also, he has good taste in napping locations, if I say so myself.
At least I find great furniture for YOUR kittehs. Ha.
Wow! on the welded hook and fence! It was quite a light show, but I didn’t realize it was melding metal!
Must have been some seriously scary lightening; glad we didn’t get that further south.
Those tiny chicks, SO adorable. I just want to pick up one and pet it. Do you ever do that? Or would it put Momma Hen off the babies?
Oddly, I really like seeing photos of plates of food. This might be something you need to start incorporating into your blog. Right?? Like, Food on Friday? Surely I’m not alone…
You know, if you’re putting in a pond, you could probably farm your own crawfish 🙂
Surely you have room on your wall for a “Life of Christ in Cats” plate?
http://boingboing.net/2009/02/03/the-life-of-christ-i.html
The tea towel, alas, appears to be sold out as well.
http://www.vizartwork.co.uk/life-of-christ-in-cats-tea-towel-347-p.asp
I have the same Fat Cat Capsizing print! And If memory serves, I bought it in Bah-Hahbah, ME around 1988. I remember laughing so hard when I first saw it. Still follows me around whenever I move. Home is where I hang my cat. 🙂
for the “feline organs” – have you seen this?
http://www.pawsonline.info/internal.htm
or this?
http://www.vetmed.wsu.edu/cliented/anatomy/#Cat
No, I hadn’t seen those – thanks, Gertie! 🙂
How about a question?
A question about cat farting that is?
We recently re-entered the world of cat ownership, and this brother and sister team passes some wickedly awful gas. The male in particular lets ones go (silently) that have the sulphur/egg smell.
They were just turning a year old when we got them, and they had been in foster care with something like 18 other cats. (Hmmm, familiar?) The woman taking care of them admitted she could no longer afford to feed them a very high quality food, but I think that what we’re feeding them is decent.
I read online that cats fart and the protein in their food makes it stink, but I also see people that write that you should have a cat with bad gas checked out.
WDRT? (What does Robyn think?)
BTW, the male is a GO-jus gray tabby, with fur as soft as butta. Will gladly send you a picture if you like.
I have a cat dissection guide left over from an Anatomy and Physiology course I took a couple of years ago. It is complete with full color pictures! It’s all yours if you want it. LOL
It might be too much work, but it might be kind of fun to have a show and tell segment where you post other people’s pets. Then we could all see Jean’ GO-jus, butta coated stinky-butt!
Could be fun but not if it is super labor intensive for you. Or, MAYBE, handsome Corbie, beautiful Gracie, Smilin’ Jake and the others can’t handle the competition! 🙂