Sights from around Crooked Acres.
We had thunderstorms last week, and I did my level best to get a good picture of the lightning. If you look in the middle of the picture, behind the tree, you can just barely see it.
After the storm, the light was kind of odd.
And then we got a rainbow!
Daffodils are my favorite flower.
Also blooming is the Wisteria, which smells fantastic.
These little flowers, which I don’t know the name of (though Fred insists that “weeds” works well enough) are all over the place.
Blueberry bushes are coming back (maybe this year we’ll get more than a few blueberries!)
I cut the catnip way back in December, expecting it to die off, and it never got cold enough. No complaints from me!
The cabbage, which I planted last Fall, are still meandering along. Maybe by NEXT Fall they’ll be big enough to eat?
This rooster was slated to go off to freezer camp last weekend, but he escaped Fred’s clutches, and so he lives on. He and that little hen escape the back forty every day and wander the property, clean up the bird seed under the feeders, and just go wherever they want. I have to admit, I like seeing them wander around.
Happy little grapevine.
We’re getting well over two dozen eggs a day right now.
Duck egg on the left, chicken egg on the right.
Duck egg on the left, chicken egg on the right!
The girl ducks, having pushed their way into the maternity yard to lay their eggs, now have no idea how to get out. We have to let them out every single day because the fence they’re pushing their way under is pretty impossible for us to reach.
The wanderers, wandering along on the wrong side of the fence.
“Pssst! George!”
“Close your mouth! You look like an idiot!”
“Good lord, I hope I don’t look half as dorky as you when I’m waiting to get my treat.”
“Go ‘way, lady.”
“You put goopy stuff in my eye and I don’t like you.”
::thlurrrp::
“Well, THIS is fancy. Where’d the pink thing go??”
Oy, the stripes.
“OMG, you guys, help! HELP! This claw is attacking me! HALP!”
“OMG, one claw is going up my nostril and it hurts O LAWD SAVE ME, Y’ALL!”
“What are you bellowing about over here?”
“Did you see that claw? It was GETTING me!”
“What claw?”
“I don’t know, I guess it ran away!”
“Maybe it’s over there by Logie.”
“I think there was no claw. I think you made it up so you could be loud and obnoxious and bellowy.”
“I don’t see it. But I bet it’s over there!”
“You look in that corner, I’ll look in this corner.”
“There it is! I’m going to bite it and make it go away!”
“I don’t even want to know what’s going on over there.”
That’s the smooth-fabric pad I put in the box for them to lay on. They’re not impressed with it and keep pushing it out. I think I may have to accept that they prefer to lay on hard wood because they’re little bitty weirdos.
Wee kitty movie. The other three were busy nursing or snoozing, but Newbery was loaded for bear and wanted to PLAY. He finally gave up, but not before annoying his mother as much as possible. (I don’t know why it’s doing that weird pixelating in some places, but it doesn’t really ruin the movie, so I’m leaving it up.)
Is Joe Bob not the happiest boy you’ve ever seen? SO happy.
Last month, Andrea posted a comment saying Ever hear the song Jolene by Dolly Parton?? When I see Jo Bob, I hear “Jo Bob, Jo Bob, Jo Bob, Jo Boooob,” But I dont know what the next line should be.. MOL love me some Jo Bob!
And before I knew it, GD had written an entire theme song for Joe Bob, which I’ve been meaning to post, but am just now getting around to it, a month later. I think you’ll agree it’s hilarious!
Jo Bob, Jo Bob, Jo Bob, Jo Boooob
Im begging of you please don’t take my tin (of catnip)
Jo Bob, Jo Bob, Jo Bob, Jo Boooob
Please don’t take it just because you can
Your fuzzy face is beyond compare
With smokey locks of super soft hair
With two toned fur and eyes of emerald green
Your purr is like a breath of spring
Your meow is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, Jo Bob.
I dream of catnip in my sleep
There’s nothing I can do to keep
From crying when I think it may be gone, Jo Bob
And I can easily understand
How you could easily take my tin
But you don’t know what it means to me, Jo Bob
Jo Bob, Jo Bob, Jo Bob, Jo Boooob
Im begging of you please don’t take my tin (of catnip)
Jo Bob, Jo Bob, Jo Bob, Jo Boooob
Please don’t take it just because you can
You could have your choice of treats
But I could never subsitute it with meat
It’s the only thing for me, Jo Bob
I had to have this talk with you
My happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do, Jo Bob
Jo Bob, Jo Bob, Jo Bob, Jo Boooob
Im begging of you please don’t take my tin (of catnip)
Jo Bob, Jo Bob, Jo Bob, Jo Boooob
Please don’t take it even though you can
Jo Bob, Jo Bob
(Thanks, GD, I laughed again when I read through it!)
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Previously
2011: Do you see this face?
2010: “What babies?”
2009: Meet The Seven.
2008: No entry.
2007: How cute are these guys?
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.