All right. You see that picture? You see that bird at the bird feeder? That is not a crow, folks. That is BABY! She flew right up there this morning and started eating the bird seed. That crazy chicken! I love her more every day. She's had a lot of excitement today and I'll discuss that here in a bit.
Lily and the boys came out and Gibson immediately perked up and wasn't fussy one darn bit
And then Lily laid down for a nap on my bed and she slept for an hour and I got Gibson to sleep and took him in to sleep with her and they slept for two more hours and Owen and I had a very, very good time together. I got so many good hugs and kisses and I-love-you's.
Here is Owen making hot lava. I have no idea where he came up with this idea but it involves juice and water and at least three glasses to pour the mixture back and forth in. As you can see, it is a very serious enterprise.
I also have to say that there was quite a bit of hot lava spillage to the point where I took away all of the juice and water and then he did some painting, but mostly on his face.
Later on in the afternoon, I suddenly heard a falsetto crowing which was definitely NOT Elvis and we went out to investigate and there, lo and behold! was Fancy, the banty rooster we'd raised and who'd gone to live with the chickens next door. I think he was trying to recruit Baby or at least trying to fuck her and he did his Fancy fancy dance around her but she was having none of it.
He hung around and acted like he'd never left but when it came time to roost, Elvis chased him off a little way in a sternly authoritarian manner. I wonder if he'll be back tomorrow. We'll see. I was just telling Mr. Moon yesterday that I haven't seen Elvis top a hen in a long time and I don't know if that's because he's getting older or because it's winter or what, but for whatever reason, he's not getting much these days. That I'm seeing, anyway. But he's still a fabulous husband to the sister-wife hens and keeping an eye on each and every one and if we give him treats, he drops them and calls for the hens to come and get them. He is SUCH a good rooster.
And so that was my day which was filled with little boys and chickens and silliness and fun and cuddles and kisses and you can't beat that. Or at least I can't. Hillary Clinton probably got a lot more accomplished than I did today although I did do two loads of laundry and I seriously doubt Hillary did THAT. I've got chicken simmering on the stove with celery and carrots and garlic and onions and I'm going to make dumplings to go in there too and there's arugula for me to make salad from that I picked in the garden.
So I better get busy.
Yours truly...Mer Mer Moon