Tag Archives: Humor
As I was making dinner this evening, I was debating whether or not to add another can of tomato paste to the chicken. (Now, we always wash the top of the can before opening it.) Then I thought, “I have to add it, I already washed it and it will go bad if I don’t use it!”
Well, maybe veg goes bad quickly after washing, but I don’t think that applies to cans.
(As an aside, we ate our first garden tomato for this year! It was a delish Cherokee Purple. There’s another one that should be ripe soon, yay!)
Did you know that cayenne powder makes your nose feel all tingly and tickle-y if you accidentally sniff it up? And it makes you sneeze too.
Anyway, have a nice evening and Happy Holidays!
Why, when there are six nest boxes to choose from, do things like this happen?
(This photo was not staged or edited at all.)
My chickens have unique names. Cheeseball, Ducky, Flopsy, Klutzy, etc. I kind of named them willy-nilly without rhyme or reason. Except for the Black Australorps. Since they’re all black, I thought it would be cute to name them after black teas.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, I introduce you to the Black Tea Australorps: *drumroll*
Pekoe was kind of hard to get a good photo of because she’s too haughty for paparazzi. Oolong and the camera get along fine.
Darjeeling and the camera? A picture is worth 1,000 words:
Now I just have figure out what teas to name the other two Black Australorps after.
On Thursday I went out to clean the coop windows (How do they get so dirty?!?). Well, I am so popular that most of the chickens came into the coop with me and hosted a pine shavings party. The dust was flying!
A dozen chickens digging in pine shaving while three or four try to dust-bathe in a 5×8′ (?) area causes hilarity which the camera cannot adequately capture. But I tried anyway.
Now that the windows are clean they want to kick up the dust to make them dirty again!
Yesterday the chickens met a hawk for the first time. It swooped down across the chicken yard and sent them all running into the coop! They stayed in there for about 30 minutes. One of my poor barred rocks (not sure which) tried to run for cover into the trees. She would have made it if the electric fence hadn’t blocked her path. As it was, she ran into the live fence and tried very hard to scramble through it, her tail bobbing with each effort. (This story is really so much funnier when my Mom tells it.) She did make it safely into the coop though.
Also, a few days ago, I went outside to check on the birds and was standing outside the fence. Well a barred rock (Sabrina, I think.) decided she would try to perch on the top wire of the fence. At least I know the fence works. 🙂 So she jumped atop it, and her feet told her that was a bad idea. Much flapping ensued and she jumped to the ground rather gracefully for an electrified chicken.
That was my week. How about yours?