Well, it happened. I woke up with a miserable wine headache and decided I don’t love wine after all. It was bound to happen. Love like that is fleeting.
I was desperate to sleep in, especially with the lovely dreams I was having…lovely wine induced dreams, I have no doubt…but the husband was insistent. We had things to do today.
Such is the life of a farm family…welcome to the chicken show.
Here’s our oldest Henrietta (also known by their “chicken names” as Black Australorps.) She’s between five and six months old and should be laying eggs any day now. I ask her daily to hand over her eggs, but so far she just laughs at me in that chicken cackle she has. Oh, I’ll get her eggs…you just wait and see! Speaking of wait and see…you can just make out the green and purple irridescent colors in her black feathers.
As you can see, the baby chicks are getting bigger by the minute. We put them outside right next to the Henriettas to let them all get acquainted.
The little rooster thinks he’s the big man on campus, despite his size, and I have a feeling the Henriettas will teach him a thing or too before he’s full grown.
Have I mentioned yet how much fun I’m having keeping up after a bunch of birds? Who knew when my own baby birds left the nest several months ago that I would replace them (as if I ever could) with a bunch of REAL birds? They’re certainly a daily distraction, if nothing else. And one day soon, I’ll have fresh eggs. Do you hear me chickens? Get with the laying already!
So…remember how my husband dragged me out of bed at the crack of dawn this morning? Well, maybe it was the crack of ten, but it was way before I was ready, that’s all I can say. I cleaned the bathrooms, the living room, the kitchen (including washing every dish in the house…by hand!) and I even did a few loads of laundry in that scary basement.
But now, it’s time for bed…I need another night to sleep off this wine headache. And I think my dog agrees, and he didn’t even have any wine.
Until the next time…I’ll be dreaming of a live in housekeeper!