They aren't too interested in exploring outside yet, but seem to be settling into the barn okay. I didn't get a rooster because they'll be living in town when I move them here. (Not that it's much of a town, but I still must consider my neighbors.)
I love the colors and patterns of their feathers and, of course, those awesome chaps on their legs! My very own hens. I knew today was the last nice day we were going to have in the near future so a quick text to my boss over the weekend got me a day off. I finished clearing off the small garden and hauling the debris to the compost heap. Some digging, generous application of compost, and I finally got my garlic planted (all taken from this year's harvest). Lastly, I sorted the carrots. This was a bit sad because it simply was an awful year for them. The only good news: there are plenty of tiny carrots and greens for the guinea pigs. I still had to sort through and remove all the black walnut leaves and stems which the pigs can't eat.
Recently I was accused of being unsophisticated. Now picture me wearing my Robot Army tshirt and a ratty old gardening jacket, liberally splattered with mud and hands black with muck as I sorted the carrots. Not exactly cocktail party standards. Still, I'd be bored stiff at a cocktail party and I quite enjoy what I do, so it must have all worked out right.
4 comments:
To anyone who says you're unsophisticated, just tell them you're so fabulously wealthy you can afford to look poor, like the Lady Sybil Ramkin, Duchess of Ankh.
Who wouldn't love a shed full of dragons??
Well chickens are related to dinosaurs, whose bones were thought to belong to dragons back in the old days, so in a sense you're half way there. :)
god...who'd want to go to a cocktail party??? I'm horrified if someone invites me out for a drink...much happier in my slobby bottoms , knee high in mud...taking in the fresh air..THAT is the life!!!
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