Busy Weekend (part 2)

I have become a fairly early riser. A fairly happy early riser. My dad would probably think that was funny because in the mornings when I was growing up, he called me The Bear. I think maybe I was a tad bit grumpy in the mornings back then. I digress.

My wonderful husband is NOT an early riser so I have mornings much to myself. The ritual is dogs out, don't let the cat's through the door while doing dogs out, check the baby chicks, wash hands, brush teeth, make coffee, get dogs, turn on computer, check coffee (I make it on the stove because it just tastes better that way), check email, get coffee, blog, then start my day. Sometimes I do things like this... And this.... I like to take pictures of my morning shadow. This particular sunrise was delightful by the way. This was Friday morning. I was waiting on Adam to get out of bed and also on my parents and Granny to come for a visit.

Granny wanted to see the chicks. I'll just say right now that somehow I didn't take a picture of my sweet Mama. You will see her tomorrow, so don't fret!

She had barred rocks when she was growing up... it was so good to have her visit!

BoJangles decided Dad was ok and preceded to sleep on his foot. I think Dad thought that was pretty cool.

Saturday was the baby sister's recital.

I got to be part of it as did another sis...

Sunday was my day to do music at Dad's church. I'll talk more about that later....

Have a lovely day. Keep smilin' even if the sun ain't shinin'!!!!!

They Work for Worms

When planning the doing of things around the house and yard, Adam and I always try to plan as best we can. I always forget about 15-20 additions, though. First lets add 10 chickens to the actual landscaping work (explanation about 1 paragraph down). Then lets add a few cats and just for the fun of it tag on a St. Bernard, a Bulldog, and a few mutts. Why not, right? Makes things more interesting. As if the actual landscaping isn't challenge enough.

If you look at the picture below, you'll see a black chicken toward the right of the flock with wings akimbo. (Note to Adam: when throwing clods of dirt and weeds into the yard, WATCH OUT FOR THE CHICKENS, HONEY. They take offense at such disturbance.)
Now here we see the lovely ladies actually WORKING for their keep for a change... They love worms. More than my flowers, more than my (organic and NOT CHEAP) garlic fertilizer, more than the food we BUY for them, more than anything they LOVE worms. Did you know a chicken can destroy a garden bed that took hours to prepare and plant in about 10 minutes? I took this knowledge and applied it to the preparation of the front bed. They actually helped here by doing what chickens do best... looking for ....WORMS!!! (And even out the ground so that we don't have to rake it.)

They aren't shy in their search. They know that we're turning up fresh dirt and come running as fast as their little scaley feet can carry them. Then it's on...

Notice our lovely Barred Rock wants to see what's under that rock WAY MORE than Adam does. A feast of roly poly bugs await. She got pretty ticked when he flopped the rock back down. A ruffling of feathers and a grand show of irritation followed.


It really IS all about them....

or so they think...