Weather

This is the time of year I really hate. It's cold. It's moist. It's dead. Now that I'm finally getting the energy to get going on this new adventure, nothing will grow. Jeremy helped me put some row covers on the lettuce and onions, but they still aren't doing well. I would give a million dollars to have a couple acres in California. I've been passing the time reading as much as I can about homesteading, trying to get ideas on what to do with the tiny space I've been given. London and Zoë are as excited as I am to 'go get grubby' asap.

Ginger

The Chickens are growing fast, and we're really looking forward to egg season. The amount of eggs we go through here is a crime, I'm sure. We had a bit of a scare tonight when we went to shut the birds in for the night. Jeremy had absentmindedly shut their pen before he went to work, so when they wanted to come home to roost they were locked out. Two of them (Ginger and TBO) had flown over the fence to the coop. Noodle got stuck on the chain-link, and Jeremy had to free her. Where were the other two? They made a nest under an old sheet to stay warm. It was very cute, but I felt sad for the little wretches. They didn't even run from me when I picked them up. I guess they were grateful to get back to their warm palace.

The Big One

Fanny and Bok Bok

House Guests

Right now we have a little visitor staying for a day or two. His mom is off to have a baby, so I get to watch another kid. He's a real sweetie, too. Keeps asking for boobies whenever I have to put him down to bed. Sorry honey, I don't have any of that for you!


In other news, I volunteered to help my friend in her new grocery store a few days a week. Shop Local!

Rollercoaster

 Today our Noodle has come home!

 One of the neighborhood boys knocked on my door and asked if we were missing a black chicken, because he and his friends found one in the leaves. My heart hit the floor, I thought she was dead. But, NO! The boy said she was alive, and his friends took her back from the thief's yard like a Black Ops force.

 Those kids are getting some brownies!

Theif!

 Sometime last night we had a backyard visitor. It seems one of our neighbors likes chickens more than I do, because they came into our yard and took one of my hens from the coop.
 Jeremy and I ruled out animal predators because the gate and the coop were fully latched and secure, but one of the girls were missing. My theory is that someone heard the rooster in the house and thought the annoying beast was living in the coop, so they decided to rid the neighborhood of the noisy menace, and mistook my Cochin lady for a rooster because she had the red comb/waddle thing going on.
 Anyway, we can't find her, and I'm pissed because she was my favorite bird. I'm beginning to lose faith in humanity.

Supermom

 Some days you just want to turn on the electric babysitter. With the weather turning crummy I can't throw the kids outside to burn off all their evil toddler energy, and it's tearing my house apart. They'll play for roughly five minutes before the shrieking starts. After booboo's are kissed the first thing they as for is T.V.
 NO! I can't stand most of the stupid little shows they like, and when it's raining outside they want to watch them for hours on end. What would Supermom do?

 Why, she'd pull out the paints and paper, that's what! For about five minutes. Crap, now I have to clean THAT too. 
Maybe some other arts and crafts. With glitter and glue and feathers and scraps of paper everywhere.
 Let's try this again. How about music? Yay the same CD for the next two hours. As long as it's not KIDS BOP. That shit makes my eyes bleed.
 What about playing with the dollhouse? Now everyone is fighting over who gets the pink dress.
You know what Supermom, you don't have all the answers suck. Go away, we're watching Fraggle Rock.

Cluckingham Palace

Cluckingham Palace

A few weeks ago we adopted some chicks from a friend, and we've acquired a few more too, bringing the grand total to five hens and one rooster. Jeremy (I don't do that DH crap, he's not a secret) and a friend of ours threw together a coop out of pallets, and it's doing the job nicely. All in all I'd say I'm excited about taking the next step toward building our little homestead. Yay us!

 The Rooster(Nugget) is going to have to go now that he's crowing. I just found out it is a $500 fine to keep him in the city limits. Right now the bastard is in a pen in my living room crowing almost constantly. Though I've posted him for free on Craigslist, I'm giving him until Friday. I've had one inquiry about him, but the guy wanted one of my hens as well. Since when is it okay to barter for MORE than what is posted? After that someone flagged my post. Some people trolls are lame.

Nugget

Noodle