Movin' Along

So last night, it being Friday, Mr. Moon and I attended to our weekly ritual of having a martini and strolling the estate. Haha! Here are the dogs, watching us from the fence. Except for Dolly.
Dolly the Dog, not Dolly the chicken.

And here's Mr. Moon, leaning on his chicken coop. Suzie is trying to peck his feet through the fence. I sort of hope Suzie's not a rooster because if she is, she's going to be a feet-pecking terrorizer. See how straight all those lines are? That's the way Mr. Moon builds things. The right way.



I gave Mr. Moon the camera and he took pictures of the flowers. Here's the lace cap hydrangea:


Fancy, huh?

Now here's my favorite picture of the evening:

From the left that's Bob, Dolly Parton, Red, Suzie, Mabel and Betty. They're peering intently into my compost bowl which I had put maggots in for their dining pleasure. With my very own hands! I touched maggots. For my chickens.
I love my chickens.
Anyway, there they were, trying to figure out what to do with the maggots. They wouldn't eat them out of the bowl so we dumped them on the ground and they still seemed a bit confused about it all.
All that work. You'd have thought those chickens would say thanks Mom! or something, but no, they just lined up and peered but we did get this great picture.

And then I made biscuits. Don't worry. I washed my hands first. I would have taken pictures of the biscuits but we were too hungry to wait for such folderol as that. Biscuits and a venison roast and carrots and potatoes and red cabbage with dried cherries and golden raisins.
We watched some TV, mostly a show about life in the White House with our president and can I just say right now that I am in love with our president? You know what I love about him the most? The fact that he just says what needs to be said. He does not ignore the elephant in the room. He says, "Look. Here's an elephant. Let's study it, touch it, learn about it. That will make it not so scary. Okay? See how clever his trunk is? See how sturdy his legs, how smart his brain? Can we agree on these things? Okay, good. Now let's go from here."
I love his wife, too. She has a garden. She hugs kids. I can imagine her keeping her husband reminded of the fact that although he may be the powerful man in the world, their daughter has a soccer game on Friday. And he better be there. Okay?

We had to keep checking on the baby chicks, of course. One was worrying me a lot. Her feathers looked funky and she seemed to wobble on her tiny legs. There is no way we are going to name all of these chickens. Yet. But this one needed a name. "Daffodil," I suggested. "Precious," Mr. Moon suggested. "Precious Daffodil. Precious for short," I said.
She was eating. She was drinking. But she's so tiny.
She's still here this morning. Still eating, still drinking. She doesn't weigh as much as a postage stamp. Here she is this morning:


I think she'll be fine.

And now I'm off! Billy and Shayla are moving today into their new house and I am going to help because I am so happy for them. They've worked so hard to make their dreams come true. If you are late to this party, read about them here.
Billy and Shayla have helped everyone in the world move. Me included. And today's the day we're all going to get together to help them do the same. Into their own house. A house they are buying. Where they're going to have a baby in November.
I talked to Billy yesterday and said, "Billy, why haven't you asked me to help you move?"
And he said, "Because it's not polite to ask ladies to move heavy stuff."
That's Billy for you.
I informed him I was strong and that I wanted nothing more than to help him and Shayla move and I'm going to and that's that!
"Okay, okay," he said. "We'll let you help us move."
"It'll be a celebration!" I said.
And it will be.

So I'm off. I think what I'm mainly going to be doing is helping Miss Maybelle clean their old house so Shayla won't have to. I need to remember to pack my Fabuloso.

And so it goes.

Have a fabulous weekend. Do it for me.
Thanks.