Sights from around Crooked Acres.
Bluebird! I’d say that’s a sure sign of Spring, but I’m fairly certain that he was around all winter.
He just INSISTS on coming down into the back yard, and it always makes me nervous, because Kara is a good little hunter.
Three of the four ducks, standing outside the maternity yard, where Arnold and his siblings are. Somehow, one of the female ducks manages to get into the maternity yard to lay her egg every day, and then she can’t figure out how to get OUT of the yard, so I have to trudge out there and set her free. The other three ducks wait for her, and then they all head out to the pond together.
Arnold is becoming quite the fluffmuffin.
“Is exhausting, hauling all these feathers around, lady.”
One of the roosters, keeping an eye on the wimminfolk.
Peach tree in bloom! (Okay, it might not be a peach tree. It could be a plum tree or apple tree, I have no idea.)
Last weekend we went to Lacon Trade Day (it’s an outdoor flea market) and came home with 20 Cuckoo Marans. $1.50 each! Fred guesstimates that they’re about a week old. They bear a resemblance to Arnold, don’t they? Except they don’t have feathered legs.
Pretty little things, aren’t they?
This is how I know it’s time to refill the bird feeders: the squirrels have emptied theirs and are going after the one meant for the birds.
Those pups are the happiest animals on this property, I swear.
They’re always worried that the other one might have gotten more treats, so they keep a close eye on each other.
“AM WATCHING YOU.”
“I HEARD THERE WAS SNACKS OVER HERE!”
Toasty is surprised to hear that snacks are being given out.
Hen is wondering where her snack is.
Zombie Chicken wants graaaaaains.
Rock Star is faaaaaabulous, as always.
This is an old picture I took in December or thereabouts. That black and white speckled chicken was in the midst of molting, and she was pretty sure that the Rock Star was mocking her ratty appearance.
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As promised, the kittens’ 2-week-old pictures!
They’ve certainly gotten fluffier, haven’t they? Especially the fur on their big ol’ noggins!
I weighed them on Monday; I’ll probably weigh them again later today – you can see their updated weight chart at the bottom of their page, here.
Leia enjoys a belly rub (that pink-toed foot over her head actually belongs to the tuxie behind her.
After-snack Kate, licking her lips.
Buttercup, having just woken from her nap.
Jareth is a big fan of the belly rub also.
“HI MAMA!”
Aslan, covered up in siblings.
Oh, LOOK at that smug little monkey face!
Leia and yet another belly rub.
Couldn’t you just eat her up?
Playing peekaboo.
Oh, how those babies love their mama.
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Alice Mo
The Cal-i-co
Sure does love
That sunshine
(yo)
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Previously
2012: “You’re not touching my babies, are you? I KEEL YOU.”
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: Someone said last week that Beulah looks like she’s in a space ship when she sits in the middle of the ball-track toy. She certainly does!
2008: No entry.
2007: “Oh, I’m not getting involved in this one!”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.