Today I received the gift of a day. A day, you ask? Well, yes; I was signed up to volunteer at a local fair/fund raising event and a mere hour before I was to begin, someone called the house to say that they were rescheduling the event due to the possibility of rain showers. I’d never heard of something being called off at the absolute last moment like this, especially when the sky was blue and sunny, but I didn’t complain – I really needed a day, after spending all day yesterday working on my homemade version of a chicken tractor! Being a good delegator, I set the kids to chores straight off.
Nick and Rowen had to clean the mudroom, as 98% of the junk in there is from them. Arden tried to help out, too. Although the cleaning often took second place to the playing, in the end they didn’t do too bad of a job.

Max cleaned the kitchen and I promptly messed it up again by baking bread. Oops. But it’s good.

And Niek, after looking over my attempts from yesterday, decided he knew how to build a better mousetrap … or chicken pen … and set off full of energy and optimism.


Ahem. Sometime after lunch, something happened and when I looked out again, he was making progress in reverse. So tonight there is still no chicken pen. I took The Dude and his chicks a salad and a bunch of fat slugs in place of croutons to make up for yet another day indoors. (Here’s a bedtime photo of them that I just ran out to take. Aren’t they cute?!)

I decided to part with a number of our Barred Rock chicks because we had twice as many of them as any other kind, and I’d had a dream about letting the chickens loose by mistake. Always listen to your subconscious! A local farmer/business woman has had some incubator problems and was all too happy to buy my surplus. So we now have a trimmer flock and I swear I’m beginning to get to know their personalities. (I had to change this photo of them in their new box to black & white because their red heat lamp turns everything garishly red.)

The Black Australorps are incredibly curious. They’re like kittens in that they forget their fear when confronted with something new.

My one Blue Lace Red Wyandotte is so laid back. You can really see why this is such a fabulous breed. Here she is with a Buff Orpington. I had to adjust the color because of the interference from the red heat lamp. She’s actually a gorgeous silvery-blue right now.

Brownie, the Golden Polish, is oh-so-regal. Doesn’t she (or he) look like some sort of Slavic aristocrat with a puffy fur cap?

The keets, on the other hand, don’t want anything to do with me or the camera. This little one is saying, “Don’t point that thing at me!”

Here’s my personal favorite from the Barred Rocks. Her black is noticeably lighter – sort of a Primitive Black, LOL. All the Barred Rocks seem to enjoy being held and babied.

And then there’s the Buff Orpingtons (the yellow ones) who are kind of the bosses of the flock. They’re a tad bigger than anyone else (except the Wyandotte, who is several days older) and they’re a little bossy about keeping everyone else in line. Real rule-followers, you know?

And do you remember that I stitch? Or used to, before poultry madness hit? Well, my Independence Day exchange finally arrived so I can show it. This is from Mary Garry’s Seasonal Mementoes. I’ve stitched it over one on a great piece of fabric (25 ct Floba) I received from Violarium when Leena was running a special. This stuff is the best for over-one stitching! I was going to cover a wee box with the finished stitching, but do you think I could find the danged box I’d set aside for this when it came time to finish it? It’ll turn up one of these days, right? I finished it as a needle book with some great overdyed wool I bought locally and a piece of white wool felt from Vikki Clayton. I put in a few red, white, and blue pins for fun.
