I'm in my chair, glasses off, jammies on, outlook puckered. Meh. Wonder what's for supper.
I did booble out and feed the chickens.
The goats appeared as Earl and I were hauling the bucket of chicken food from the car. They were all fresh and curly from the rain – it's back to monsoon season now, with snow just around the corner. They pushed their way to the bucket. Since I'd made sure to clip the lid on tightly, we weren't worried. Put the bucket down, opened the gate, and Earl herded them right in. Good boy.
One egg today – one of the hairdos, Dovey's pullets, is laying lovely little blue eggs. Nobody else is contributing, so we've been buying eggs from our milk lady.
|A younger hairdo, from summertime.|
|The hairdos, with their helmet hair.|