Bad Days

After a couple of days of disappoints and stress, what's the bright spot in my life?

The thought of some of these in the near future.

I'll be attempting to hatch out some of my very chicks in another week. Thanks to Not My Cousin Charles, who just bought an incubator and offered to let me bring some of my eggs over to hatch. Now I just hope to get some fertile ones. And with 4 roosters and 3 laying hens, the chances are pretty good, methinks.

(Dru's still sick and not laying. Still have no idea what's up with her, or if she'll lay again. So. Baby chicks. Only keeping the hens! Roosters = good eats.)

The New Kids on the Block

Reginald

(a beautiful black silkie - he looks furry instead of feathery. Trying to get a picture of his face, but he's skittish.)

Rosemary

(an Ameracauna - the green/blue egg layers!)

I Can Haz Potatos?

 

 

Yes, please. :)

This Is How I Roll

For a week, any ways.

Proctology gloves for the win!

March!

March is my favorite month (and not just because that's when my birthday is). It's the month when things turn green again; the daffodils show their cheery faces to the sun; the sun is warm again and the world just erupts in glorious green and colorful splendor.

happy thoughts!

• I can almost use my hand! Though ohsocarefully. 
• My potatos are sprouting. SO glad they (well, at least one) survived the ice and the subsequent digging up to see if it was alive. :)
• Spring. Did I mention how I love it?
• Fun times with fun friends
• Games of "Rawr!"
• Feather pillows. They are the bomb. Just sayin'.
• Chickens. They are just amazing - be they rubber or real, they're still amazing.

Chicken Train

Ridiculous gardening list (to be accomplished in 6 working days, 3 of them being church days as well): DONE!

Elizabeth: so sleepy and tired from simultaneous farming and Insanity.

Carpal tunnel surgery: Tuesday. Kinda ready for the break.

FUN!

Beautiful

 

 

Regina Spektor ~ No Surprises ~ Radiohead.
A heart that’s full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won’t heal

You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don’t, they don’t speak for us
I’ll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent

This is my final fit, my final bellyache with

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises please

Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden

No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises please (let me out of here)