Friday, March 27, 2009

Speechless

I've been so busy. But at least a few pics...



Three hens' work. Rhode Island Red, Silkie, Americauna.



Chip- Americauna. His name is chip because when they arrived, they looked like chipmunks. I bet there is more than one chicken out there named chip... just a guess.



Chirp. Another suspected rooster/dinner.



Yvette- Light Americauna. She has a dark brown "Y" on her forehead. Sagan didn't want the name Yvonne.



"Hammy"- Silver Spangled Hamburg (McMurray Mystery Chicken) Still waiting on the rooster/hen verdict before he gets a "real" name. He might be dinner.



Nekkid baby and chicken coops in the living room... yes, I'm busy.



FINALLY!!! A TOOTH!!!



My sweet geeky baby.



Ember loves when Sagan plays with her.

Yes, I said busy, I am even typing this one handed while nursing the baby! Spring has sprung! Gotta go!

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Coturnix

Because they mature fully by 6 weeks, lay daily, are a gourmet delight, take up less space, are delicious and are the size of a baby chicks HEAD...





ZOMG!

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Chicken Zen... Again.

The Post Office called me this morning...



And I quickly had to convert the Pack N Play (which had been converted into a clean laundry basket *dizzy*) into a...








Spring has sprung.

Friday, March 6, 2009

Dry Winter Weather

And rolling around in the bed all night is the perfect recipe for:

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Take These Please.

My daughter left the state, so I've heard, leaving her entire apartment and everything in it; my things... her things... and THESE THINGS:









They are called Pacu. If you like Oscars, Piranhas, or Pit Bulls, these are the fish for you. They do not fight however thuggish their appearance. They seem quite docile, especially the one that took a spill on the carpet in the rescue efforts. He'll live. For now.
Interesting specimens... not for me.
They are FREE to anyone with a tank big enough for them. I did manage to find a recipe using Pacu... but after being neglected, deserted, spilled on the floor, crammed in a soup pot, driven across town and SURVIVE, I can't seem to find it in me to make dinner of them.
They need a very large tank. 55 Gallon would be ideal, but they are in a 30 now.