April 18, 2012

As you know we have baby chicks among us here at our ol' homestead.

Baby chicks have that cute factor that makes one believe all is right with the world.  Really.

Baby chicks have supernatural powers that can warm the most cantankerous soul.

Why do you think the Bumble in Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer suddenly became lovable?  It was because Yukon Cornelius handed him a baby chick.

True.

And that's my story and I'm stickin' to it. *giggle*



Alrighty, so moving on, I thought I'd share with you more photos of the Mama Hen with her brood and with this little show & tell I thought I'd ask you all a few questions.

I have a few things that have been hounding me here lately and I thought I'd get your take on it, 'kay?



As you may know I refer to our home as our old homestead.  Because, well, it's old.  Old as dirt and crooked as a dog's hind leg.

It began it's humble origins as a barn early in the 19th century.  The original log section was a layover cabin for sheep herders and our kitchen was at one time a stables.  And with a home this old it leads one to wonder about certain occurrences, if you will, that happen every now and then.




These occurrences have been happening for as long as we've lived here in our old homeplace.

These occurrences most times come about in a low shadowy form.




Once in awhile you'll see a long shadowy form up high and it's always in the one corner of the original log section of our home which is our living room.

Other times you see small dark shadows appear briefly and they're always low to the floor in our kitchen.

Nothing bad has ever come of it, or them.  They just happen.  And they're noticeable.




So, my first question for you is, do you believe in ghosts?








I am fortunate to have some of the most talented artisans grace my humble little blog here.  

And I know that some of you even sell your gorgeous wares.




And some of you are like me and like to buy and decorate your homesteads with handmade goodness.

This leads me to my second question for you, do you prefer Ebay or Etsy as your fav' marketplace for buying and selling handmades?








Are you enjoying these photos so far?

In the above photo can you believe there are ten baby chicks nestled inside Mama Hen's plumage?

That's #11 you see there vying for a way in.








Lastly, and really most importantly, I am blessed beyond measure with the lovely peeps that comment here.

Your comments mean the world to me.  There's really no other way to say it.  They do.

I love you.


And I know every blogger out there handles their comments differently.




Some don't respond to their comments at all.




Others respond by replying to the comments right there on their blog.

Some respond to the comments by visiting the comment author's own blog and leave a response there.




While others email the comment author directly and personally.

Which leads me to my third and final question for you, which method do you most prefer a blog owner to respond to your comments?






Above is our lil' Schnoodle, "Salty".

She's our little baby-chick-mama-wanna-be.

If she knew baby chicks come from eggs, she'd sit on 'em.

Now THAT would make for some real interesting blog fodder wouldn't it? *giggle*


Well my friends, that concludes this egg-citing episode of "Chicks Gone Wild". *wink*

Thank you for tagging along with me and here's wishing you all an egg-ceptional rest o' the week!


Until next time.


Love,
tj

April 13, 2012




"Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns. I am thankful that thorns have roses."
-Author Unknown




Love,
tj

April 12, 2012

Oh be still my heart.  We have baby chicks.

Some were born yesterday and some this morning.  She, Goldy the Hen, still has a few eggs under her and I'm not sure if they are still to hatch or not, we shall wait and see.


Late yesterday afternoon I walked into the chicken house and leaned down in front of her nesting box and asked my usual question that I've been asking her twice a day for the past week, "any baby chicks yet?", and suddenly out of Goldy's feathered bosom pops a little baby chick's head as if to say, "here I am!". *giggle*

So when I went to lift Goldy out of her nesting box there were not just one, not two, not three, not four, but f-i-v-e baby chicks underneath her - so exciting!  Right now the total number of chicks stands at seven.


I went out to the chicken house to get a few photos for you but sadly only one turned out well enough to post.  It's a chilly and cloudy evening here and our camera is not a big fan of the heat lamp so this is all I have to share with you for now.

This is two of the little peeps peeking out beneath Goldy the Hen's bum...



*swoons*



Goldy the Hen is very protective of her little brood.

One can't even change the water without her going all psychotic on you.  I told her this evening that she had better simmer down or I see soup in her future.

Whether she understood me or not is to be seen. *giggle*


Well, that's the biggest thing going on around here.  Pretty exciting, eh?

I'll be sharing better photos of the blessed fuzzy cuteness that has graced our homestead again with you here soon.


I thank you for coming by and visiting with me a bit.

Until next time my friends.





"A true friend is someone who knows you're a good egg even if you're a little cracked."
-Unknown



Love,
tj

April 5, 2012

TA-DA!






Isn't it sweet?!

I know I shared this bunny garland in its infancy with you weeks ago but I finally completed it last weekend.

Why if I finished this last weekend am I just now showing you this you ask?

Because I live in a bubble that's why. *giggle*


Anyway, when I initially started this pattern I thought that I'd just whip up lots o' these lil' bunnies and have 'em for sale in time for Easter.

Well, lemme say that this pattern introduces one to the wonderful world of sewing with curves.  Lots and lots of curves.  Lots.

Sew slow.  Stop.  Turn.  Sew slow.  Stop.  Turn.  Sew Fast.  Slow down.  Turn slowly.  Turn slowly.  Gnash teeth.  Sew slow.  Stop.  Turn.  Sew slow.  Sew slower yet.  Throw oneself on Sewing Room floor and wail uncontrollably.  Leave room.  Return.  Sew slow.  Stop.  Turn.  You think I'm kidding don'tcha? *giggle*

Sweet Meadows Farm should have a warning label with this pattern.  Seriously.

I have the bald patches to prove the reasoning behind that particular request.


Sadly since I live in a bubble, I didn't get them completed in time to sell for Easter so I guess they'll just have to hang out here 'til they can make their debut next Easter.

Poor bunnies.


Well my friends, that's all I have for today.

Here's hoping you all are having a spectacular week!


Until next time.


Love,
tj

April 1, 2012

Here's what's going on around the ol' homeplace today...





Shot of our big cat Gabe, aka. "Schmitten", he be chillin' in our guest bedroom today.







Goldy's gone broody.

To say she's a tad bit b*tchy is an understatement. *sigh*







I'm titling this one,"Poulet Derriere Par Lumiere du Soleil".

French for, "Chicken Butt by Sunlight". *giggle*







Shot of Mr. Whipple's wattle in action.

He's such a Drama King.






Petunia telling Me her woes.

She wants cracked corn.

She wants Mr. Whipple to stop pulling her hair during sexual intercourse.

She wants a cleaner Chicken House.

She wants fresh straw in the Chicken Run.

She doesn't understand why she can't free range.

*Note to self:  Never ask Petunia, "What's up?". *sigh*giggle*



And last but not least...






Our ol' homestead is surrounded with Azaleas which are in bloom right now.

 See the bee in flight, hard at work? *smile*



And that is all my friends.

So tell me, what's going on in your neck of the woods, please.

Thank you for hanging out with me today.

I appreciate it more than you know.


Have a lovely day.

Until next time.


Love,
tj

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