Sights from around Crooked Acres.
This is the sight I see when I look out the window over my desk. That trash can on its side at the right side of the picture was intended for the cats to hang out in, and they did when we first put it out there. But they decided they don’t like it for some reason, so I think I’m going to put another plastic Rubbermaid container out there in its place. They love to curl up in the house and the Rubbermaid container on days when it’s cold or rainy, and sleep. That metal on the tree is there to prevent them from climbing up into the tree – before it was there, Tommy climbed way up high in the tree, and I had to climb up a ladder to save him. These days, when the cats are feeling wild, they’ll often climb up as far as they can (until they get to the metal, which they can’t get past), and hang there.
On the compost heap, romaine lettuce suddenly popped up. We’ll be having salad with dinner one night soon.
I love it when the chickens stretch their wings.
I also love that I got this hen, hopping down from the coop. How awesome is that? She was like “Oh, is there scratch? I better get down there fast and get me some!”
Then she was like “Outta my way, I need some scratch!” while her sister was all “Wait for me! ::hop::!”
Girl duck. Have I mentioned that I think the girl ducks are so so so pretty?
The boy ducks are, y’know. Meh. Whatever. (Okay, I guess they’re kinda pretty, too.)
First Gracie said ::THLURRP!::
And then George added ::THLURRRRRRRP!::
The Americauna hen said “Stop all that slurping out there, I’m trying to molt! I need to concentrate!”
The Rock Star said “Is someone out there?”
George said “I NEEDS ME A SNACK AND ALSO I DESPERATELY NEED A BRUSHING.”
This plane flew overhead, but lest you worry that I might not be safe, be assured that George chased that plane until it left Crooked Acres airspace. Now we can all rest easy.
This ponds needs some bushes around it, is what it needs. It needs LANDSCAPING. Doesn’t it look boring and plain?
George and Gracie test the water.
Gracie takes a dust bath.
I think she’s been spending too much time with the chickens.
Silly pups.
Okay, check out that reddish-gold hen in the middle of the picture. Do you see the LOOK she’s giving the black and white hen?
Those hens are TOTALLY gossiping. “Oh, she thinks she’s so FABULOUS with her black and white pattern and her stupid feathered legs and her fluffy petticoat. She thinks she is ALL THAT. I heard Toasty asked her out and she couldn’t be bothered. She’s a SNOB. I hate her.”
“TRYING to MOLT here, lady. I’d like some PRIVACY if it’s not too MUCH to ASK.”
Poor Cruella. Fred went out to feed the chickens over the weekend, and Cruella walked directly into the side of the coop. So we gave her a haircut (feathercut, to be more precises.) This picture is from before the feathercut. Her head feathers aren’t as fabulous as they were, but she can see where she’s going now.
The Angry Muppet, hanging out in the coop.
And today’s video is of Gracie (and George – but mostly Gracie) racing around on Dirt Mountain. They certainly are some mighty sweet pups. (Fred would like it known that George desperately needed to be brushed, and he was brushed later that day.)
Polly believes in keepin’ it clean.
If she’s not grooming herself, she’s grooming one of the Weeds or one of her brothers.
She is just the sweetest girl.
“Hey! I’m sweet TOO!”
Snoozin’ in the afternoon sun.
Oh, look. It’s that terrible, horrible, VERY BAD Joe Pickle, acting a fool in the back yard.
Last week we had an appraiser come to the house (we’re refinancing), and the Pickles and the Weeds followed him from room to room, and smacked at his tape measure and sniffed at his boots and wrapped their paws around his ankles. They were complete terrors, but they loved him immediately.
Then they followed him to the door and meowed heartbrokenly at him when he left. It’s too bad they’re so unfriendly, isn’t it?
“COME BACK! WE LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU!”
Jake seems to have a slight case of the loonies. How unusual for him.
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Previously
2011: Try to relax, Chuckles.
2010: He is SUCH a happy boy.
2009: “HELLO I HAZ A COMPLAINT.”
2008: No entry.
2007: “HALP, I SAY!”
2006: I hope he gets adopted before next Monday, though.
2005: Good thing for him he’s so cute, I suppose.