Monday, September 6, 2010
Me - 1
Him - 1, 797
Something is very wrong here in paradise...
And today...today...I dressed in black (photo above is from our first game when I brought home a respectable score), picked out a black golf ball, and a black putter...And then I made my family refer to me as...
Right...turns out the only one who was intimidated was my golf ball...who seemed to be terrified of the tiny plastic cup at the end of each putting green. That has to be the reason I was unable to get no less than five strokes for nearly every single hole. I played so badly today that I was nearly beaten by our four year old, who managed a hole in one. Yes...four years old...a hole in one. Child must take after his Father...
I'm breaking up with both of them and moving to a lush golf course where I'll spend my days sipping iced tea while trying to improve my golf scores and putting abilities...
Sunday, August 29, 2010
That said, I'm really behind on posting photos of our babies, who are now just about full grown and should be starting to practice their art of egg laying in a few weeks. (One has already started to check out the egg box and sing her "I just laid an egg" song...seriously...they cluck a little song after they lay an egg...it's pretty funny...Google it...)
As you can see from the first picture, the coop is completely finished (with the exception of that pesky door still being unpainted...are you that type of person that throws themselves into a project 110% and then never finishes the last little bit...I am...I think my husband might be too...No wonder we never finish anything around here...Good grief, I can't even finish a sentence without interrupting myself!!) Now what was I saying?
Seriously folks, my hubby did an amazing job with the coop and I love the finished product. I think the girls are pretty happy as well! And I really like that the coop fits in so well with our existing barn. Even from the other side, it looks great, nothing trashy about it...Oh, I mean the deflated dirty pool, overgrown vegetable garden, bikes in the driveway, and chickens running around the yard looks trashy...but not that coop, it's like the Taj Mahal baby!
Here are the girls on their first night in the coop...notice how clean everything is? It doesn't stay that way...Chickens produce more poop then a herd of cows...I'm sure of it...And did you know that chickens are kind of like lemmings? Once they see one chicken do something, the rest just follow suit. Want to teach them to climb the ladder into their sleeping quarters...Just push one up the ladder and the others will follow. And then the smart ones like to teach the "simple" ones to do bad things like eat the veggies from my garden...when I'm not looking. I know they know what they're doing because all I have to do is step out onto the porch and say in a stern voice, "Chickie-Egg...what are you doing?" Up pops the head, out comes a big 'ol cluck, and she's outta there! She knows better!! Heck, these birds might be better trained than my kids!
The chickens have two areas in their coop, the run where they hang out and smoke cigarettes...Nooo...they're chickens after all. But they do hang out in the run, drink some water, wallow in the dirt, and stand close to the door, 16 little beady eyes staring at the house, willing us to come outside and let them out of their little jail. We have decided to let them free range (oh, that sounds so PC doesn't it) for most of the day. They do a great job of eating bugs (and my veggies, those scoundrels!) and wandering into the neighbors lawn and porch. The neighbors haven't yelled at us yet but I'm wondering how long it's going to take before they realize the poop they keep finding on their deck doesn't belong to the dog.
And the second area is where they roost, or sleep, during the night. Here's Brownie (always the first to turn in) getting settled down for the night. We think Brownie is the top chicken. She runs a tight ship and what she says goes. Once she waddles into the roost, the other little chickadees are never far behind. The other chickens try to force Brownie off of her end spot on the roost by putting down their little chicken heads and pushing her right off the edge. (The WWF have nothing on these birds) This goes on for a few minutes until she puts the smack down on them...then they all fall in line, say their prayers, and close their eyes like good little chickens.
We (I use the term "we" very loosely) are thrilled that the coop is finished! A lot of hard work went in to getting it done and I couldn't be more proud of my husband for doing so much research to figure out what needed to be done and how to do it...He can be a real go-getter, that hubby of mine...Think I'll keep him around for another few years...Goodness know someone has to get up early and gather all those eggs!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
One of Beanie's favorite activities, snuggling with a chicken in the big green chair.
And how about those boots? They were just gifted to us by some friends....they are the perfect farm boots and I can't wait to get myself a pair! Do you think I can get them in a 3" heel?
How about this look? Winter boots....on the wrong feet...with a stern, "nooooo, don't take my picture!" look...Perfect!
Friday, July 30, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Nothing has been more exciting for me than to enjoy being with our boys now that they're older and able to participate in more family outings, able to stay up later at night, able to refrain from melt downs, and able to go without pull-ups (that's big people, big!)
Cooper decided it was much more fun to just run around the greens and walkways. We did get him to try to hit the ball a few times...He felt it was better to put the ball just a few inches from the cup and then hit it in, after which he's raise the club in the air and shout, "Yes, I did it!" It was precious.
And PS I love mini golf; came in second; was beat by my husband; again; he's evil. OK, not really...but we've been married for 12 years and I've only beat him once at a game...once...sigh...One day my time will come...one day...
Here's a partial veiw of the course...it was wonderful. Big hills, through trees and over bridges....loved it!
We ended the evening with an ice cream...The boys had a cup and it appears that I had a gallon of ice cream...piled on top of a cone. I whined that there was simply too much ice cream on my cone, "who eats this much ice cream?" I asked my husband when he brought me my cone.
Turns out...I do...
Hello Weight Watchers...do you have room for one more?
Saturday, July 17, 2010
My husband is never one to do things half way. New hobby? He'll find every message board that supports said hobby, find complete strangers to talk to about said hobby, expend time, money, and energy into said hobby, and basically eat and breathe said hobby.
New chickens? Same rules.
He's now the master of all of the new chicken message boards, has downloaded numerous chicken coop designs, and has poured over every detail of how much space is needed for said chickens, how much ventilation is required in said coop (who knew this was an important detail), where the food should go, the water, how much water, how about kind of soil they poop in...goodness, that must be important!
Sometimes all these little details and his obsession over knowing all of them make my little head spin...
But you know what...
I love that about him...
I love that he finds ways to truly understand what's needed and required because if it was left up to me those poor poultry vittles would have been sheltering in a cardboard box with a few holes punched in the lid!
That said, I'm behind in posting details about our sweet chicks so these photos were taken from a few weeks ago. The coop is actually now just about complete and the girls have made a nice home in their castle...err...coop. These photos are from the first few days that we took them out in the yard to let them play in their new run. Yes, yes, chickens need playdates too!
This is Peck (have I told you the name of our chickens? Let's see...There's Brownie (she's the chicken who thinks she's a dog....that's for another post), Peck, Blackie, Chickie-Egg (our youngest named that one), Parmesan, Catchatori, Potpie (yes, we have a warped sense of humor), and Jump. Anyway, Peck is a Black Cochin and although she doesn't look so hot here, she's going to be one pretty chicken when all of her feathers come in.
And here are the boys enjoying their new pets...They adore spending time with the chickens and holding them and so far the chickens seem patient with being picked up. No one has been aggressively pecked yet so I think we're in good shape.
Our oldest is allergic to cats, dogs, flowers, pollen, trees, mold, just about anything with life in it so chickens have been good pets. So far we've had no evidence of him having a chicken allergy, although I suspect that if we still have chickens when he's old enough to scoop poop that he'll insist that his allergies are "acting up."
I'll be back soon with photos of the completed coop and new chicken photos...wait until you see how grown up they are! I think I saw one of them trying to hot wire the car last weekend...troublesome teenagers...