Sights from around Crooked Acres.
Nance and Rick sent me this mini rose bush after I had surgery (plastic surgery, maybe? I don’t remember!), and it has languished in a tiny pot and almost died, and finally I transplanted it into a big pot, and it’s never been happier.
“You rang?”
“You has food for me?” (That’s food on his nose.)
These pigs all of a sudden got really, really long.
One of the way-too-many roosters we have.
Another rooster. Doesn’t it look like he’s twirling around and his skirt’s flying up in the air?
Yet another rooster. I can’t help it, the roosters are so pretty! This is Mr. Friendly.
Rooster – this is the one we call the Road Runner ’cause he’s so long-legged and goony looking.
Rooster. We call this one “the new guy” because he was one of a batch of chicks Fred sold back in the spring. He told the guy that if any of the birds turned out to be roosters, we’d take it back. This one turned out to be a rooster, so back he came.
We have a chicken or two.
Another rooster.
The turkeys, on top of the coop.
Sidling along the tree branch that touches the top of the coop…
Trying to get higher. We figure we’re going to go out one night and find them roosting 50 feet up in the tree.
“How YOU doin’?”
Sookie and Terry, snuggling.
I always forget what pretty stripes Terry has, until I see them in pictures.
“You need a snuggle?”
Hoyt has no complaint (but then, he’s sleeping. Give it time!).
The many faces of Augustus Gloop, aspiring film star.
“You tawkin’ to ME?”
Dramatic Kitty is dramatic.
Mister Sweet and Innocent.
“You wouldn’t LIKE me when I’m angry.”
Happy George.
(And yes, Mary Jo, I’m sure I can work up a “Day in the Life” entry for them. Give me a few weeks.)
Previously
2008: And since there’s not a lot going on around here (except that it’s raining for the first time in forever, yay!), here are some pictures from around Crooked Acres.
2007: Whither Tom-Tom goest, the Stank will follow.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: I’m just going to sit here and whine about being cold and thirsty, I suppose. Sounds like a plan!
2003: Just know that it was a little SKEERY.
2002: This is a mighty exciting entry, isn’t it? Could I be any more interesting? Should I do an entry about watching paint dry, or what?
2001: “Farm boy, fetch me some ice! Farm boy, fetch me a diet coke, chop-chop!”
2000: No entry.