Sights from around Crooked Acres.
Peach blossoms!
Pear blossoms! Maybe this year we’ll get some fruit off our fruit trees. Wouldn’t that be nice?
At the end of last Summer/ Fall, we left a few okra plants standing with the intention of harvesting the pods for seeds. We forgot about it and the birds ate the seeds. That’s what we get for being slackers.
The Muscadine vine, getting ready to leaf out.
This is the end of the ditch/ stream that leads to the property next door (where there are horses). It was all blocked up (causing the ditch to flood out every time it rained), but Fred cleared it out a few months ago. Looks kind of inviting, no?
Brown Thrasher. I don’t know that we’ve seen one of these before.
Blue Bird.
Gracie, coming over to see just what I’m doing.
They spotted a threat and were off to protect their flock.
The threat vanquished, they come back to see if perhaps I have treats for them.
Happy pup.
Wait for it…
Wait for it…
Gracie grin!
Those boy ducks always have something to say.
Notice that both the boy ducks are talking. Talktalktalk, those two.
“OMG YOU GUYS HUSH UP! ::flapflap::” said one of the girls.
“I can’t believe she told us to be quiet. The NERVE.”
“I know, right? She could learn to communicate a little better, you ask me.”
::Pretending to know how to be quiet::
Last week, all four ducks managed to escape the back forty. They were hanging out near the ditch, which has water in it. When Fred went out to herd them back into the back forty, they CLIMBED INTO THE DITCH AND STARTED SWIMMING AWAY to escape him. Luckily, we were able to get them back where they belonged, and Fred fixed the area of fence where he suspected they were getting out.
The Rock Star needs her head feathers trimmed back a bit.
“PLACES TO GO PEOPLE TO SEE, OUT MY WAY, DUCKS!”
Fred put a bunch of straw down around the coop because it’s been pretty muddy. The chickens think it’s absolutely fabulous.
“Halp! Halp! I’m being kittennapped by this lady! MAMA! SAVE ME!”
Emmy, clearly concerned. She never shows the slightest bit of worry when I’m holding one of her babies, even if they’re screaming their little heads off. As long as she can see them, she’s okay.
“Am sleepin’. You go ‘way.”
I think Emmy’s tongue is longer than the kittens are.
Kittens make good pillows.
“Psst! Lady! You come closer.”
“Closer. I want to poke your eyes out.”
The kittens seem to be deciding that this “petting” thing isn’t so bad after all.
They’re two weeks old! I’ll try to get weights and face pictures of each of them tonight or tomorrow and post them this weekend.
No Joe Bob pics today (what can I say? He’s camera shy!), so here’s Kara instead!
It’s really hard to get pictures of Kara because she prefers to be standing at your feet scolding you about being outside when the only SAFE place for you to be is inside.
Silly girl.
Previously
2011: I’m going to tempt fate by announcing that most of the time, I’m luck that I don’t have any problems falling asleep or staying asleep.
2010: “GIVE TO ME THE PREGNANT CAT!”
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: Mad Boog disease!
2005: MY BOX!
2004: (”He sighed at me, your honor, and then I had to kill him.” “Case dismissed!”)
2003: No entry.
2002: Bastards.
2001: You’re thinking If you had a clue how to tell which hamsters are girls and which are boys, you wouldn’t have this problem in the first place!
2000: Yes, I’m a goober, I think we all know that.