Big babies and another JRT attack

The little girls are getting big, but not big enough to start laying eggs. We have 3 Rhode Island Reds and one Araucana mix, otherwise known as an "Easter Egger" because it lays funny colored eggs—blue, green, aqua or even olive. I think you can figure out which one she is in the photo!

In the smaller photo, you can see a red baby compared to a Red Meanie. Since being attacked by the neighbor's dog, Red Meanie has taken to hanging out with the babies. I can't blame her for not wanting to go back out front with the big girls and Roo (you can see her tail feathers still haven't grown back).

Just yesterday, the same neighbor's dog (Ben, the adorable JRT from across the street) is probably the bad boy who attacked my poor Red Momma and Roo. The Husband was mowing out front and found a trail of white feathers, a lot of them, leading to the farm next door. Roo is the only white chicken we have... None of the chickens were anywhere to be found...

First he found a bloody Red Momma (the one who was pecked naked by her sistas) and then the rest appeared from their hiding places, including the ornery Roo who was missing his tail feathers, all of them. At least we know that he was trying to protect his girl, and got his butt bit in the process.

Red Momma is recovering, but she laid a bloody egg today, so I worry that her injuries are more serious than we can see...

The big fish, the big razor, and the really big Vampire Mickey Mouse!

Chazoo's barn and house, which are adjacent to our property, were for sale since before he passed away last summer. It came off the market, and his daughters are now ready to put it back up. Just recently they sent me keys so that I could go through all the stuff that is left in there, and try to sell as much as I can. LOTS of stuff, that's why I haven't been on here lately!

I get to keep half of what I make—which was the inspiration for putting some things up on eBay, something I have never done before. (The 8-ft tall inflatable Vampire Mickey is up for auction with only a few hours left...get your bids in early!) I've also been bringing back a few things for us, mostly some old local history books and other funky things like an old set of pool balls. I had my eyes on the big fish in the big photo, but The Husband wasn't feeling the love for it, so I quickly found a home for it with Cousin Greg. At least the big cool fish won't end up in a dump somewhere.

And, tell me what this big old heavy metal razor was for? It weighs a ton! There's lots of real treasures in there for the picking...but I am not sure that any of them are really worth anything...

The price of Chazoo's Farm is down to $50k for the barn, 2 beat up old houses, and 4 acres. I just have to keep my fingers crossed that some history-loving folks will see the beauty of this place!

Finally, thanks to all who have asked, Lester is still hanging in there, and doing better than expected—back to being his old Pester self!

Happy Birthday, OR Sis!

This is your virtual birthday card, Jo. Hope you have a great one out there in OR. Found this pic of you looking fabulous (and surprised!) just coming into your wedding shower. Hope you like it better than your "noody" pic from last year!

Sophie in the spotlight

Sophie was feeling a bit left out with all the Lester posts. As usual, she spends most of the day napping on the sofa. She's still sporting her shaved belly from the ultrasound she had back in January—evidence that Lester isn't the only old dog in the house.

Both are doing well. Things have calmed down at Lester's Flat, just in time for spring weather to finally kick in for good (we hope). Lester is peeing in the house less often, and waking me at night less frequently. In fact, Sophie is picking up the slack and waking me a few times on her own just because she can, which might explain why she spends her days sleeping on the sofa!

We did have some excitement (on Little Sister's birthday) where Ben, the Jack Russell terrier from across the street, grabbed Red Meanie (hen) and tried to make a picnic lunch out of her. She was very much beat up in the process, but is now recovering nicely, feathers growing back. And the baby chicks are babies no longer—they are about the size that the others were when we got them last year. We still have them somewhat separated from the rest; they are keeping Red Meanie company in the satellite coop/chicken hospital.

I have to get some photos of the babies soon, but Red Meanie is not quite ready for her photo shoot... Stay tuned.