Sights from around Crooked Acres.
Every now and then, when a young hen starts laying, we get one of these teeny eggs (next to a regular-sized egg for reference). Also every now and then, sometimes I clean the counter before I take pictures of things sitting on it. Not this time, though! (Because I know you’re wondering, when the tiny egg is cracked open, it’s usually mostly egg white, with a tiny splotch of egg yolk in there.)
Why on earth would I grab a rag and wipe that counter down? I’ve got things to do, pictures to take! Someone wanted to see what a dehydrated cherry tomato looks like. That dehydrated tomato is only a half, though, so I probably should have cut that un-dehydrated cherry tomato in half for a better reference. Wouldn’t that have been organized of me?
These are one-gallon sized jars with (left to right) dehydrated, shredded zucchini, sliced yellow squash and zucchini, and the cherry tomatoes I’ve dehydrated thus far. I ended up with a total of 1 & 3/4 jars of the sliced yellow squash and zucchini, and what you see in the picture is what I have of the dehydrated zucchini and tomatoes, or what I had of the tomatoes when I snapped that picture. Below is an updated picture once I added the five pounds that were in the dehydrator to the jar.
This wallow is 100% pig-dug. There’s a perfectly good wallow on the other side of the yard, in shade, but the last set of pigs dug a small wallow here (I think because it’s where the water tends to run when we’re emptying waterers), and these girls have at least doubled the size of it in the last couple of weeks. The girls do love their mud.
Despite her grumpy looks, it turns out that Ciara is a snuggler.
Ciara, Clove, and Elwood, hanging out in the hall outside the guest bedroom door, wondering why they’re not allowed in the guest bedroom. Ever met a cat that DIDN’T want to be on the other side of a closed door? Me neither.
Stinkerbelle, on the stairs. Now that the Spice Girls and Ciara are out in the house for most of the day, Stinkerbelle likes to go up and hang out on the cat tree in the foster room. I imagine she thinks of that room as home base.