Friday In Lloyd, Chickens and Health Care Issues Explored And Discussed Briefly

We were honored to have two pregnant ladies at our table last night and there they are, grinning and holding their bellies on my front porch before supper.

My two sweet pregnant women- Lily and Shayla. There was so much belly rubbing and belly kissing last night in my house. It was phenomenal! I felt so honored.

I cooked up some venison roast and potatoes and carrots and broccoli and salad and we all sat down to eat and it was just a vision of gorgeousness, some of my favorite folks, gathered around my table. Billy and Shayla had come for a visit and Lily was here doing laundry and visiting her little invalid sister and one of the kids said, "Mama, is making food for people you love really one of your favorite things to do?"

"Yep," I said. "Pass the broccoli."

It's always a party when Billy and Shayla show up.

I can't believe that this time next year there are going to be TWO babies crawling around when we have these little shindigs.
I am definitely going to need to mop the floor more often.

And now it's Friday and I spent all day yesterday running around like a chicken with its head cut off (ooh- bad choice of words) and today I am planning on concentrating a little more on Miss HoneyLuna whose bandages need to come off and the incision sites cleaned and rebandaged. I think yesterday was a bit harder for her in the pain department. She did too much, of course, and by late afternoon she was tired. When I went to bed last night, she'd had several little naps and was sitting up watching TV with her new friend who makes her giggle. I kissed her goodnight and she giggled.

I hope she's still giggling today.

I also need to muck out the chicken coop and hen house. Mr. Moon brought me home two new bales of straw and boy, do I need 'em. Those chickens can poop! Maybe I'll even get more of the garden cleaned out and readied for the fall garden. We need to get that in and quick if we want to try for more tomatoes and squash before the first frost.

I just went out to visit the chickens and give them a few collards and treat Miss Penny's head. Here are pictures:

That's Miss Penny with the goop in her feathers. She's so darn sweet. She just lets me pick her up and take care of her. She's a love.


A boy named Sue, listening to the rooster next door.


A boy named Sue gearing up for her own crow. Excuse me. HIS own crow.

Another. He crows and then goes and pecks at a hen.
Men.
You try to raise them up to be in touch with their female side and this is what happens. Biology overcomes all once again.

And that's a dragon fly on the fig tree. I have no idea what gender he or she is and it does not matter. I love the acrobatic dragonflies. This one posed for me quite patiently.

I have so much more I could say about the health care reform bill but you know what I've decided? There are idiots on this earth. I can't even begin to try and understand them. They have their leaders who are the big fat idiots (Limbaugh, Beck, etc.) and I have my leaders. I just pray that one of the idiots doesn't start killing people in the name of freedom. I just hope that love and compassion overcome hate.

Look- I just hope my chicken lives and my daughter's knee heals up and that Lily and Shayla's babies come into this life healthy and with a shot at happiness. And a good health care plan.

And that's all I have to say about any of that today.
I'm going for a walk.

Okay, okay. Here's one more picture. It's of Miss HoneyLuna with her supper on the night after she got surgery.


As you can see, her appetite was unaffected by either surgery or drugs.
And speaking of Miss HoneyLuna, I hear her giggling so she must be awake. And the cause of her giggling? Hmmmm...
Unless I'm mistaken, there seems to be a Jeep in the driveway that does not belong to us. I guess her new friend stayed the night.

He makes her giggle. I think I like him.