Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Fowl Play...


WANTED
name:  Peep
height:  really short
weight:  not much
description:  she's a chicken
crime:  pearl pecking
accomplices:  Johnny Drama, Cocoa
Fowl Play Suspected 

Friday, September 16, 2011

In My Garden Today...


we found a daisy...


...some acorns...


...an unknown, but always welcome, garden volunteer???...


...a long lost friend (who loves chickens)...


...an abundance of strawberries...


...and some beautiful roses.
So we are up four acorns, 3.5 pounds of strawberries, some lovely bouquets and some all important kindred spirit time.
However...
We are down one pearl earring.
 Peep jumped up on long lost friends back, and in one 'almost too perfect not to be planned' moment, pecked out her pearl earring, dropped it on the ground and Johnny Drama ate it.
Cocoa was pecking her in the leg as an added distraction, while Haddie assualted Lola.
If my chickens were penguins, I believe there would be blueprints and a detailed sketch of how this country mugging was going to 'go down'.

"It'll turn up.. or out"... I assured her.
 But she really doesn't want it back.
Fair enough.
Nothing chic about poopy pearls.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Three Proud Moments...


This week made me smile.
1. I was actually able to pick a ripe tomato from my own garden.
An heirloom variety too!
This has taken me 12 years to accomplish.
Stop laughing and move along.


2.  I am a West Coast Mom featured in WestCoast Families Magazine.
Click on the link and you can read the story on Page 31 & 32.
They actually printed what I said too - no fluffy editing.
Love that.


3.  I was mentioned as a good blog to read in the latest Flea Market Style Magazine.
All in all, a pretty good week.


Oh, and another chicken laid an egg.
Don't know who, but that makes four!
I can officially stop buying eggs.
It really should be four proud moments shouldn't it.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

From Time to Time, I Steal...


Another busy week, but after tomorrow, the farm is officially closed.
The beets finally got big enough to make borscht.


I do believe I made the best damn scones of my life.


Which were improved upon by devonshire cream and of course,
Missing Goat Strawberry Black Pepper Jam.


I can't find Lola's eggs anywhere.


And she seems to be rather smug about it.


But I think she tried to make up for it with this offering.
Let me clarify this shot...
...three yolks came out of one egg.
Yes way.


Today really seemed like fall to me.
And the signs are everywhere.
Hydrangeas turning green...


...this fallen branch...


...leaves on the lawn.


For years, I was a closet pen thief.  I stole pens from anyone and everyone who dared hand me one.
Post offices, Greenpeace petitioners, banks, friends, public raffles, check out clerks...and yes, even 
hospital fundraisers.
It became an obsession.  
They weren't fancy pens, it wasn't about that.  
It was the simple thrill of the casual steal. 
Today, I reached over the fence to the neighbours yard, and stole once again.
It's the home of the mean old man who abandoned his animals, threatened to shoot us (often), swore at us, then became old and alone.
 He has since moved on from this life to what I can only imagine a hotter place.  
If you know what I mean.
The place is now rented and has fallen to shame.
So...I stole some plums.
Have you ever reached over the fence and pinched something good?