Awww, Percy Pickle (well, his toes) were on Cute Overload yesterday! I had actually forgotten that I’d submitted that picture, it was a nice surprise to see it again.
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Sights from around Crooked Acres.
Happy ducks on the pond. Remember when they wouldn’t go out to the pond, and I was all “Grrrr! ::fist shake::”? Well, now they spend almost all their time out there!
And remember when I was all “This pond will never fill up with water! Grrr! ::fist shake::”? Look how full that pond is!
Pretty girly duck.
We moved Arnold and the Cornish Crosses out to the maternity yard! I expected them to be a little more excited than they were, honestly. Mostly, they were puzzled. They’ve been out there about a week and a half, and they’ve adapted well. There’s a heat lamp in the little coop, and they all go in there at night. Arnold can usually be found snuggled up between two Cornish Crosses. They must be like huge hot water bottles to him!
“What is going ON?!” (Note: there’s nothing wrong with that chicken. He’s feathering in, and his feathers can’t keep up with his rapidly growing body. He’ll eventually look somewhat normal!)
The adult chickens are very annoyed that they can’t get into the maternity yard with the little chickens, because they’re sure they’re missing out on something good.
Arnold’s little puff of a tail kills me dead.
Settling down in the straw for a snooze in the sun.
Arnold, checking out the new digs.
And, a short video of the chicks shortly after we put them in their new yard. They weren’t all that impressed, to tell the truth.
“IS SNACK TIME? I SMILE AT YOU. YOU GIVES ME SNACK.”
“OOH. DAT A GOOD SNACK. I APPROVES. ::SLURP::”
“You has snack for Gracie, too?”
They are such pretty pups, aren’t they?
Squirrel acrobatics are always fun to watch.
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Aslan thinks that this would be WAY more comfortable if Leia’s behind wasn’t resting directly on his head.
UGH. SO. CUTE.
A warm little pile o’ cute.
You know how many times a day I kiss these kittens? Like a million.
“MAMA! HELP! SOMEONE IS LICKING MY BUTT!”
I haven’t actually seen any of the kittens go sliding over the lip of the bed, but I wouldn’t be terribly surprised to find out that it happens on a regular basis. (Thus the reason I put a blanket there, to soften the fall.)
Yawn alert!
Good lord, by the time they’re a month old you won’t be able to see Kate when they’re lined up nursing!
“One day I’ll be able to sleep without someone kicking me in the face.”
“And climbing all over me.”
“But they sure are cute.”
Such a sweet, smug little face.
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Maxi, on Fred’s desk, glares smugly down at Jake, who cannot take his eyes off of her.
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Previously
2012: “HI MAMA! I FOUND YOU!”
2011: Tom needs a home.
2010: No entry.
2009: I LOVE THESE KITTENS.
2008: No entry.
2007: I think you can imagine how very thrilled I was.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.