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Sights from around Crooked Acres.
Buff Orpingtons are just about the friendliest chickens. They’re calm and good layers, and good mothers. We’ve had this one since our very first batch, which means she’s 5 1/2 years old.
Most of the hens are molting right now, and they look pretty ratty.
Especially this one. You can see that her feathers are coming back in. (Molting, FYI, is a process the hens go through once a year where they shed their old feathers and grow new ones. They generally stop laying while molting, and between that and the shorter days, we’re lucky to get an egg a day right now.)
Fred put pieces of fencing over the chickens’ water dish to keep the ducks from climbing in. It doesn’t always stop them.
The pond is staying pretty full.
George and Gracie on Dirt Mountain.
They certainly are happy pups (who desperately need brushing.)
How could we ever possibly get rid of Dirt Mountain? George and Gracie love it so much!
Volunteer squash in the garden. We actually picked this one and ate it. It was kind of tough – I don’t think Summer squash really likes the coolness of Fall. After I got that picture, it turned cold at night and the squash plants died.
The last of the cherry tomatoes. All the tomato plants are dead now, too.
The garden with weeds popping up. That fencing is where the green beans grew this year.
Yep. Keep telling us how you hate those kittens, Miz Poo. (I love how Joe is hugging Petey like he’s a body pillow.)
Polly, Magoo, and Petey on the Ham-mick in the kitchen.
Are you seeing the looniness in Magoo? He had that look on his face because he was kneading on Sugarbutt’s back. I canNOT believe Sugarbutt put up with that!
And I REALLY can’t believe he put up with this. Usually kittens get the hiss and smack from Sugarbutt if they so much as think about trying to snuggle with him. Maybe he thought Tommy suddenly lost a lot of weight. (Stinkerbelle will occasionally think that a black kitten is Tommy, and she’ll rush down to get some Tommy love, only to be disappointed (and angry) when she realizes she was suckered in by an impostor foster.)
I got that window shelf using my Fresh Step Paw Points. Polly checked it out and decided it was okay.
Dandelion and Thistle, snuggling up for nap time.
That’s Joe on the bottom and Thistle laying completely on top of him.
All three Weeds girls and a couple of Pickles.
Joe Bob gets a sniff from Jake, while Percy tries to decide whether he’s interested in the pureed pumpkin I left for him.
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Previously
2011: “Dude. Your toenails are UP MY NOSE!”
2010: Then one evening, the cats got together and had a newspaper-shredding party.
2009: At one point, I had six or seven cats gathered around me, watching in fascination as the plastic dragonfly flapped and flapped.
2008: No entry.
2007: Talk about your come-hither look!
2006: Y’all just shut UP. We do NOT have eight cats.
2005: “What can I do to convince you to adopt Sugarbutt?”