Oh, I suppose it is time I post something again. This crazy summer has been so busy, busy, busy! I spent the last two days taking Middle to State Fair with his market ducks. Wednesday was entry day and yesterday the show. I took Daughter along yesterday and had to listen to complaints of aching feet. What did she think? I was going to carry her? Ha Ha! She did ask, but I pointed out that I would have croaked trying to carry her all the way. Had to walk to the dorm where Middle was staying so he could change after he showed. He was holding one drake and I the other, when his decided to poop all down his pant leg. I laughed, mostly to myself so as to not make him feel any worse about it. I set mine on the floor for a bit (they are not lightweight birds!) and while he was standing there, he did his business on the floor. I still came away from the whole thing smelling like a wet duck. YUCK! I prefer chicken poop, it isn't as runny and messy, usually anyway.
He did well. He got called back for the final judging of market ducks, but there were two outstanding pens that were obvious winners. He would have come close if there were more placings, I think. Some of the birds in the class were quite small compared to his. Surely, Middle's were not as old as some of the others and if they had been, I think he would have been more in contention. As it is though, it has been a good experience for him, I believe. I heard a lot of complaining yesterday, but I think he was very tired and not feeling the greatest. The show, which was supposed to run from 1pm to 5:30pm, didn't end until 10:45. I am glad I didn't stay until the end. OH MY! That was a long day for those kids! Middle opted to go back to the dorm early and go to bed, which was about the wisest decision I have seen him make in a while ; )
I did partake of the yummy fair fare. I had a frybread taco, which I have been looking forward to for some time now. Of course, Daughter and I shared an order of curds, a lemonade, and then we had ice cream from Bridgeman's. MMM!
We had to check out her posters in the poultry and the rabbit departments. She got a blue ribbon on her rabbit poster. The poultry ones had not been judged yet. I am hopeful that she did well with it. She has some good ideas and we are working on some for next year.
Hubby has been working on my chicken house. Bless his heart. I have been off running around while he works. He is doing a wonderful job. I may have my birds in it by next week if all goes well. Then I can dismantle some of my portable pens until next year, maybe.
I would love to post more pictures with this, but my camera I took yesterday stopped working, and my laptop which contains about 5,000 pictures crashed and I have it in the shop for repairs. I may have lost everything, but I am still hoping the second diagnostic it is running through is able to extract the info. Otherwise, I may cry! I was told that I could send it off to pay a few hundred dollars to have it all recovered, but I am so hoping it doesn't come to that.
Well, much work is waiting for me, and I better do something to catch up from my absence. I am really hoping to get Middle's bedroom cleaned while he is away too and get rid of all the junk he has kicking around in there. That boy is a pack rat!
Til Late.
CC
Friday, August 26, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
Baby Steps
Yes, baby steps. It is what I feel like I am taking toward getting projects done here. Alas, there are steps at least. I did get some boards cut tonight. I will get more tomorrow so that I can get the pens in the big chicken house done and get my birds in there to live. Then there is the painting of the
boards, and there is the laying of the linoleum. Then building of the nest boxes and the doors for the chickens to go in and out. Really exciting stuff, huh?
I started letting my juvenile birds, almost grown and the girls almost to breeding age, out onto pasture this week. They love it, of course. There is room to flap and run and plenty of grass to peck and bugs to eat. Who or what wouldn't enjoy that kind of freedom after being cooped up the first few months of their life? I hate penning them, it seems sad, but it is not to be mean or anything of the sort. It is for their protection from things that would eat them for a late night snack. So, after their romping around, they go back into the pen at night and get locked in for the night.
I have this one very tiny pullet (girl chicken under 1 year of age, ask Daughter, she can quote it to me ;) ). This pullet is a Bantam Modern Game chicken. She is the cutest little thing, but is about the size of a Robin with extra long legs. I didn't intend to get this breed, but as luck would have it, I got her with a mix of chicks that I needed to keep a lone hatcher company last winter. Of course, being tiny, and sweet and cute, and the only one of her kind in the flock, everyone loves her. Her name is Birchy, so called because her color (or variety) is Birchen - black body with yellow/gold around her neck. She really is funny to comprehend as being a chicken. She spends most of her time in the feed can or on top of waterer. I got out to check on things or feed them and she is right there cheaping away. She doesn't even sound like a chicken.
I had to smile, a big mommy, warmed my heart kind of smile the other day, or should I say about 3 weeks ago? Daughter had to go out and play with the momma broody hen and her little chicks. We had to pull them from the pen with the other adult birds because they were pecking at the poor little chickies. We started her in a fold-up puppy pen
where she bawked, and clucked, and showed them how to drink and scratch and peck around in the grass and dirt. I looked out from the kitchen window to see... me? No, but I immediately thought, she is just like me when I was her age: In her boots, blue jeans, sitting in the pen with baby animals. It is so funny how in an instance you can get flung back 36-years to "when". Wow!
At night we put Momma and babies into the cage on the right and set them in the garage for safe keeping. I finally decided it was time the chicks joined the others their age and Momma did the same. She probably won't lay eggs for a little while yet, but she is back to being a grown up. Does that make her and empty nester?
We picked out the birds the kids are going to take to the fair, or intend to take. I don't know, some don't have feathers yet in places they should. We had to get them later than intended due to incubation difficulties. They have something to take, we just aren't expecting Grand Champion this year.
So, it is late once again. The house is quiet where I am the last to head to bed. It is my favorite part of the day. I must rest though, tomorrow is building of chicken domiciles and information booth for the fair. Since it is to rain the following day, or so I see online, I better get things done outside tomorrow, or is it today? Yikes, 1 A.M.
I bid you ado.
CC
boards, and there is the laying of the linoleum. Then building of the nest boxes and the doors for the chickens to go in and out. Really exciting stuff, huh?
I started letting my juvenile birds, almost grown and the girls almost to breeding age, out onto pasture this week. They love it, of course. There is room to flap and run and plenty of grass to peck and bugs to eat. Who or what wouldn't enjoy that kind of freedom after being cooped up the first few months of their life? I hate penning them, it seems sad, but it is not to be mean or anything of the sort. It is for their protection from things that would eat them for a late night snack. So, after their romping around, they go back into the pen at night and get locked in for the night.
I have this one very tiny pullet (girl chicken under 1 year of age, ask Daughter, she can quote it to me ;) ). This pullet is a Bantam Modern Game chicken. She is the cutest little thing, but is about the size of a Robin with extra long legs. I didn't intend to get this breed, but as luck would have it, I got her with a mix of chicks that I needed to keep a lone hatcher company last winter. Of course, being tiny, and sweet and cute, and the only one of her kind in the flock, everyone loves her. Her name is Birchy, so called because her color (or variety) is Birchen - black body with yellow/gold around her neck. She really is funny to comprehend as being a chicken. She spends most of her time in the feed can or on top of waterer. I got out to check on things or feed them and she is right there cheaping away. She doesn't even sound like a chicken.
I had to smile, a big mommy, warmed my heart kind of smile the other day, or should I say about 3 weeks ago? Daughter had to go out and play with the momma broody hen and her little chicks. We had to pull them from the pen with the other adult birds because they were pecking at the poor little chickies. We started her in a fold-up puppy pen
where she bawked, and clucked, and showed them how to drink and scratch and peck around in the grass and dirt. I looked out from the kitchen window to see... me? No, but I immediately thought, she is just like me when I was her age: In her boots, blue jeans, sitting in the pen with baby animals. It is so funny how in an instance you can get flung back 36-years to "when". Wow!
We picked out the birds the kids are going to take to the fair, or intend to take. I don't know, some don't have feathers yet in places they should. We had to get them later than intended due to incubation difficulties. They have something to take, we just aren't expecting Grand Champion this year.
So, it is late once again. The house is quiet where I am the last to head to bed. It is my favorite part of the day. I must rest though, tomorrow is building of chicken domiciles and information booth for the fair. Since it is to rain the following day, or so I see online, I better get things done outside tomorrow, or is it today? Yikes, 1 A.M.
I bid you ado.
CC
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Too Much Too Little
Too Much
Isn't it true for most of us, there is always too much to do? My kids went to camp this week, Eldest for the straight 2 weeks for a leadership group, Middle and Daughter are both in resident camp for 6-days, will come home tomorrow evening, then go back on Sunday. Daughter goes back for horse camp, which she is upset about and doesn't understand 'why did you sign me up for that?'. Well, first of all, she will most likely come home afterward and ask if we can get a horse or two or three, to which the answer will be a firm NO! Not that I don't like them, but we don't have the space a horse needs or that is needed to grow the food to feed it. My hubby and I don't believe in just having pasture pets that would create such an ecological footprint, especially when all its food would need to be purchased. Eventually, most horses get neglected and are not properly ridden or exercised, which is not very humane in my book. The reason that we are sending her to that camp is for a new experience. That is also why Middle is going back to do the sailing camp. Neither of them may want to have anything to do with those activities when they leave, but they got the chance to try it out. Eldest had a royal fit about having to go, even though last year when we picked them up, they all wanted to go back for the rest of the summer, and he wanted to go back to work in becoming a counselor. So, we will see what he says when we pick him up next weekend.
But where the Too Much comes in, is there is just too much that I wanted so desperately to get done while they are gone. Here I am down to one day left until their return for the weekend, and I have barely scratched the surface of projects I have on my list. Our downstairs bathroom is half demolished since the chain of events that began with a toilet that wouldn't stop running, which had to be broken to move it out and be replaced, which resulted in also removing the rotting floor underneath, which also lead to tearing out the old broken tiles around the toilet, which turned into a full out demo for Eldest when we thought giving him a good, tough job would teach him about how hard it is to get everything done. Well, here we are, I think it has been 3 months since that one began, and it is still in the demo stage due to the 101 other things that are constantly popping up to be done.
I did manage to start getting dividers in the new chicken condo yesterday. Why is that important? Well, because that is where I need to move many of the birds that are living in my garage in brooders at present. I am tired of building new, portable pens when I have a new building sitting there for them but needs to get the finishing details done to it. Arg! It gets overwhelming sometimes.
Too Little
There is too little time in a day to get everything done that one wants to. Again, here is no exception. We have been trying to plan the huge project of tearing down our house to build a new one. It seems like we barely have time to get the day to day things done around here, much less tackle the monstrous project of what we speak. I am sure it didn't help that I got rabbits for the kids that turned into a rabbit breeding and raising hobby. It didn't help that we had puppies last summer that took up a tremendous amount of time. It didn't help that I started this endeavor of having a small chicken hatchery either. But in my defense, I have been a stay-at-home mom for 15-years and I need more than cleaning house and raising kids. I need to do things that interest and inspire me. I love the way you can breed animals and then compare their offspring to their parents and see the different genetic differences that pop up because of genetic crossings for color and size and temperament and all that neat stuff. As crazy as it sounds, my animals bring me the kind of joy I used to feel when my kids were little and everything was new with them. Not that I am tired of my kids, though they make me VERY tired of late. It has changed. They are their own persons, and it is not an adventure for them the way it was when they were little. The amazement of every little thing is gone for them. When they are little even a bug or a blade of grass can be a treasure and something to investigate. Now, they squash the bugs and complain if they have to even think about anything to do with grass. (because it usually involves mowing or raking it).
Ah, what is that? The chickens are calling again. They say, "Bring us more food and water, please." and it is a call I must heed.
CC
Isn't it true for most of us, there is always too much to do? My kids went to camp this week, Eldest for the straight 2 weeks for a leadership group, Middle and Daughter are both in resident camp for 6-days, will come home tomorrow evening, then go back on Sunday. Daughter goes back for horse camp, which she is upset about and doesn't understand 'why did you sign me up for that?'. Well, first of all, she will most likely come home afterward and ask if we can get a horse or two or three, to which the answer will be a firm NO! Not that I don't like them, but we don't have the space a horse needs or that is needed to grow the food to feed it. My hubby and I don't believe in just having pasture pets that would create such an ecological footprint, especially when all its food would need to be purchased. Eventually, most horses get neglected and are not properly ridden or exercised, which is not very humane in my book. The reason that we are sending her to that camp is for a new experience. That is also why Middle is going back to do the sailing camp. Neither of them may want to have anything to do with those activities when they leave, but they got the chance to try it out. Eldest had a royal fit about having to go, even though last year when we picked them up, they all wanted to go back for the rest of the summer, and he wanted to go back to work in becoming a counselor. So, we will see what he says when we pick him up next weekend.
But where the Too Much comes in, is there is just too much that I wanted so desperately to get done while they are gone. Here I am down to one day left until their return for the weekend, and I have barely scratched the surface of projects I have on my list. Our downstairs bathroom is half demolished since the chain of events that began with a toilet that wouldn't stop running, which had to be broken to move it out and be replaced, which resulted in also removing the rotting floor underneath, which also lead to tearing out the old broken tiles around the toilet, which turned into a full out demo for Eldest when we thought giving him a good, tough job would teach him about how hard it is to get everything done. Well, here we are, I think it has been 3 months since that one began, and it is still in the demo stage due to the 101 other things that are constantly popping up to be done.
I did manage to start getting dividers in the new chicken condo yesterday. Why is that important? Well, because that is where I need to move many of the birds that are living in my garage in brooders at present. I am tired of building new, portable pens when I have a new building sitting there for them but needs to get the finishing details done to it. Arg! It gets overwhelming sometimes.
Too Little
There is too little time in a day to get everything done that one wants to. Again, here is no exception. We have been trying to plan the huge project of tearing down our house to build a new one. It seems like we barely have time to get the day to day things done around here, much less tackle the monstrous project of what we speak. I am sure it didn't help that I got rabbits for the kids that turned into a rabbit breeding and raising hobby. It didn't help that we had puppies last summer that took up a tremendous amount of time. It didn't help that I started this endeavor of having a small chicken hatchery either. But in my defense, I have been a stay-at-home mom for 15-years and I need more than cleaning house and raising kids. I need to do things that interest and inspire me. I love the way you can breed animals and then compare their offspring to their parents and see the different genetic differences that pop up because of genetic crossings for color and size and temperament and all that neat stuff. As crazy as it sounds, my animals bring me the kind of joy I used to feel when my kids were little and everything was new with them. Not that I am tired of my kids, though they make me VERY tired of late. It has changed. They are their own persons, and it is not an adventure for them the way it was when they were little. The amazement of every little thing is gone for them. When they are little even a bug or a blade of grass can be a treasure and something to investigate. Now, they squash the bugs and complain if they have to even think about anything to do with grass. (because it usually involves mowing or raking it).
Ah, what is that? The chickens are calling again. They say, "Bring us more food and water, please." and it is a call I must heed.
CC
Friday, June 10, 2011
From One Extreme to Another
On Monday, it was 102˚F here in Southeast Minnesota. The heat wouldn't have been as bad had it not been for the high humidity to go with it. It was what my husband calls a 'Survival Day'. We just do whatever we can to survive on those ones short of stripping down naked and running through the sprinkler in the yard. I am sure someone would call the police if that happened, probably my kids for scarring them for life!
Then, Tuesday was 101˚F with a hard wind that made it a little more bearable, but it was still classified as a Survival Day here. Luckily, the town swimming pool opened on Monday and we partook of its coolness.
The next day, Wednesday, was about 85˚F according to my van's thermometer.
Yesterday was mid 60's.
Today we won't get out of the 50's.
Anyone who wants to debate on if the climate is changing, step right up.
I just had a little message exchange from a fellow native New Yorker. He lives about 30 miles south of where I grew up. That is what got me thinking about this weather thing. "Back home" it never got so hot or so cold as it does here. I have learned to love it here, but it sure is a beautiful part of the country back there.
So, I have gotten my duckies in their new home and built another duck house for the Pekin meat ducks as well. I still have a long way to go before all the poultry housing is done. This week I am working on getting my garden in, finally. I have never planted the garden this late before. I wasn't even going to have a garden because of all the other projects I have to finish, but I just have to grow things. So, the tomatoes and peppers, sunflower, carrots, some of the onions, and sweet corn are in the ground. Well, most anyway, I bought more pepper and tomato plants yesterday. I said I wasn't going to do a huge garden, but here I am....
I got my 50 Cornish Rock cross chicks yesterday. I am hoping by next year or the one after at least, I can start having just my own meat birds that I am working on from crossbreeding. I know that I will never get those 6-pound breasts on my own birds (yes, I am exaggerating), but I like a chicken that acts like a chicken and is evenly developed. It is funny how much more I like dark meat now that I am raising my own chicken.
The kids have been out of school for a week. It hasn't been as hard as I had anticipated. There hasn't been nearly the fighting that we have had in the past few months. I think it is a matter of keeping them busy and apart. Now, if I can just get them to go to bed and get up on a routine schedule, it would be good. Eldest has a job at the library, so he is there now and will be tomorrow. He doesn't start very early, but it has just been a week. He is starting French Horn lessons too, that will have to be earlier than we have been rolling out. He has been taking trumpet for four years, skipped this year though. Now, he wants to get back in band and they need horns, so he is stepping in, or should I say stepping up?
Speaking of stepping up, I need to get up and get more of my projects worked on. My garden is getting dug and pecked over by my free rangers, so I better get that fence up.
CC
Then, Tuesday was 101˚F with a hard wind that made it a little more bearable, but it was still classified as a Survival Day here. Luckily, the town swimming pool opened on Monday and we partook of its coolness.
The next day, Wednesday, was about 85˚F according to my van's thermometer.
Yesterday was mid 60's.
Today we won't get out of the 50's.
Anyone who wants to debate on if the climate is changing, step right up.
I just had a little message exchange from a fellow native New Yorker. He lives about 30 miles south of where I grew up. That is what got me thinking about this weather thing. "Back home" it never got so hot or so cold as it does here. I have learned to love it here, but it sure is a beautiful part of the country back there.
So, I have gotten my duckies in their new home and built another duck house for the Pekin meat ducks as well. I still have a long way to go before all the poultry housing is done. This week I am working on getting my garden in, finally. I have never planted the garden this late before. I wasn't even going to have a garden because of all the other projects I have to finish, but I just have to grow things. So, the tomatoes and peppers, sunflower, carrots, some of the onions, and sweet corn are in the ground. Well, most anyway, I bought more pepper and tomato plants yesterday. I said I wasn't going to do a huge garden, but here I am....
I got my 50 Cornish Rock cross chicks yesterday. I am hoping by next year or the one after at least, I can start having just my own meat birds that I am working on from crossbreeding. I know that I will never get those 6-pound breasts on my own birds (yes, I am exaggerating), but I like a chicken that acts like a chicken and is evenly developed. It is funny how much more I like dark meat now that I am raising my own chicken.
The kids have been out of school for a week. It hasn't been as hard as I had anticipated. There hasn't been nearly the fighting that we have had in the past few months. I think it is a matter of keeping them busy and apart. Now, if I can just get them to go to bed and get up on a routine schedule, it would be good. Eldest has a job at the library, so he is there now and will be tomorrow. He doesn't start very early, but it has just been a week. He is starting French Horn lessons too, that will have to be earlier than we have been rolling out. He has been taking trumpet for four years, skipped this year though. Now, he wants to get back in band and they need horns, so he is stepping in, or should I say stepping up?
Speaking of stepping up, I need to get up and get more of my projects worked on. My garden is getting dug and pecked over by my free rangers, so I better get that fence up.
CC
Friday, May 13, 2011
I'm Getting Closer
My husband came over from his lawn mowing to see how I was doing and snapped a shot. He just loves his new iPhone.
I had a heck of a time putting the vinyl flooring on the inside. I was going to just lay it on the floor and flange it up the sides for 6". That was crazy to try doing since I didn't make it exactly square (never claimed to be a professional). So, I ended up putting it on the floor and the piecing it onto the sides too. Then I used quarter-round on the corners and bottom edges with caulk to seal any cracks and keep it from ruining what is underneath. I must admit, I am terrible at caulking, and it shows. I have the siding on 3 sides, and I still need to make the doors, but I will get there. Tomorrow the weather is supposed to be crappy, so I may not finish until Sunday. My ducks are growing like crazy and need to get out of the garage!
I will be the proud owner of new baby bunnies by morning, I think. One of the girls pulled a load of fur and made a nest for doing so, so I hope she completes her task by morn. She sure was looking a bit uncomforable this evening. I will have to go out and check on her before I turn in.
Middle is learning to do laundry. It is part of his Home Ec assignment this week. Now I am going to start making him do his own every week. This is ridiculous that I have to do so much of it. I am so glad the teacher assigns this to them. They have made her classes so big now, she isn't able to have the kids do the cooking and sewing projects that she used to. It is sad. So, as I dropped off Middle this morning (he had a track meet and didn't get to bed until late, so getting up was a bit difficult), I popped into the Home Ec room and got directions for him to make the pillow case that they would normally be doing in there. Eldest did his with Owls on it, and it is a very nice one, and unique. Then I bought this guitar fabric last year for a different project Middle had to do, and thought I could buy a couple of different kinds and he could make his pillow case out of it. He still can and should. Besides, what else am I going to do with guitar fabric? I would like to make a quilt for him, but he will probably have kids before I have time to do that.
Maybe tomorrow is the day that I clip Zeke. That poor boy is beyond shaggy and needs it bad.
Well, I guess I have enough to keep me busy over the weekend.
Til next time....
CC
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
I Am Getting There
I have been working on my duck hutch for 3 days now. Well, really about 1 1/2 because they were only half days. I have it close. I have to put siding on three sides still and put the purlins and the roof on, and make the two doors. It rained a little today while I was working, but not enough to send me packing up my tools.
It is so funny, but this is a duck hutch, and the chickens are all over it! They love to roost on the frame, I can't blame them, it is a good vantage point for them to watch things. My big rooster, Dumbledore (soon to be Dinner) watches from a safe distance. He is such a booger. He comes charging up behind me when I am carrying out feed to them, and ducks under the bucket, bumping my leg, then wants to challenge me. He must have never heard that old saying, "Never attack the human who feeds you." or something like that ; ) Especially while she feeds you. Daughter has to carry a stick with her when she goes out or he comes after her. I told her to not be afraid of hurting him, he is tough. I may have to put him in chicken jail and let him chill out.
The weather is sweltering. The kids were complaining that 'We HAVE to get A/C." Well, I lived my entire childhood without it, so I think they can last one more summer. I would love to have air and humidity control in the house, but it is just wishful thinking at the moment. One day we will have something better.
My doggies need baths and to be clipped once again. Now that the weather is getting warm, so are they, and Zeke still had his winter coat on. They must be bathed first, and that may happen when I get done here.
My other dogs (feet) are tired and need a good soaking. Maybe tomorrow will be the day the duckies get to move outside for good.
CC
It is so funny, but this is a duck hutch, and the chickens are all over it! They love to roost on the frame, I can't blame them, it is a good vantage point for them to watch things. My big rooster, Dumbledore (soon to be Dinner) watches from a safe distance. He is such a booger. He comes charging up behind me when I am carrying out feed to them, and ducks under the bucket, bumping my leg, then wants to challenge me. He must have never heard that old saying, "Never attack the human who feeds you." or something like that ; ) Especially while she feeds you. Daughter has to carry a stick with her when she goes out or he comes after her. I told her to not be afraid of hurting him, he is tough. I may have to put him in chicken jail and let him chill out.
The weather is sweltering. The kids were complaining that 'We HAVE to get A/C." Well, I lived my entire childhood without it, so I think they can last one more summer. I would love to have air and humidity control in the house, but it is just wishful thinking at the moment. One day we will have something better.
My doggies need baths and to be clipped once again. Now that the weather is getting warm, so are they, and Zeke still had his winter coat on. They must be bathed first, and that may happen when I get done here.
My other dogs (feet) are tired and need a good soaking. Maybe tomorrow will be the day the duckies get to move outside for good.
CC
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
What the hell happened?
So, last week, we were getting snow flurries in the morning. Today it was 86˚F and the humidity was up in the 70% range. Give me a break. We were starting to get Spring, and then we took a jump to this! No fair! I want Spring!
Global Warming? Maybe, or maybe just some crazy phase the Earth is going through. Does it matter, I am tired of it at the moment.
Oh well, I will survive it.
My poor chicks and ducks and bunnies on the other hand....
I have two momma bunnies that should be having their babies tomorrow. The poor things having to go through that in this steam. Wait, I had to go through having babies twice when it was hot and steamy. I just wasn't wearing a fur coat while I did it. When I gave birth to Eldest, it was 99˚ and we were in Virginia in May. When Second was born, it was 98˚ and it was August on the north side of Minneapolis. Daughter came during an ice storm in March. I guess hers made up for the heat of the other two. :)
I better get to bed soon, I know half the night will be spent laying under the ceiling fan thinking about how much better our new house is going to be when we build it, and we have it climate controlled.
CC
Global Warming? Maybe, or maybe just some crazy phase the Earth is going through. Does it matter, I am tired of it at the moment.
Oh well, I will survive it.
My poor chicks and ducks and bunnies on the other hand....
I have two momma bunnies that should be having their babies tomorrow. The poor things having to go through that in this steam. Wait, I had to go through having babies twice when it was hot and steamy. I just wasn't wearing a fur coat while I did it. When I gave birth to Eldest, it was 99˚ and we were in Virginia in May. When Second was born, it was 98˚ and it was August on the north side of Minneapolis. Daughter came during an ice storm in March. I guess hers made up for the heat of the other two. :)
I better get to bed soon, I know half the night will be spent laying under the ceiling fan thinking about how much better our new house is going to be when we build it, and we have it climate controlled.
CC
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