One big ole blog entry

I am about to make up for missing so many days when I was sick. I have video and photos galore!

First let me tell you all that yesterday i took a couple of bags of clothing to my favorite charity store. While there I looked around and found a pair of jeans. When i brought them home, I realized not only that they were miss marked, but they were also ones I had donated to the shop last fall because they were miss marked. Identifiable by the odd design inside the waistband.  Duh!

I took this photo of the phlox in Ann’s rock garden. The butterflies have arrived.

Pippin likes to sleep there too.

I think I have mentioned that we do not have garbage pickup.  So, we take our garbage to the transfer station once a week or so.  On the way to Possum Manor West I had to go to that charity store, and near the store is the county dump. I noticed something interesting there yesterday.  Lines of very clean dumpsters  to the left….

And to the right….

But in the middle I found these.  What the heck does that mean?

For a few days, while my up hill neighbors are way, I have been feeding their dog and cats and chickens. I left the chickens out in the morning, and someone  else does the evening feeding and egg collection. I took one of their eggs yesterday, got a few from Possum Manor West, added a few from my little chickens. Just look at the difference in size. Mine are the little ones.

Biggest and smallest

This is one of their roosters. Have you ever seen one more beautiful?  He is huge too. Their chickens are might big too, but compared to mine, anything is bigger. Their chickens are very friendly too.

This is Carrie’s new baby. The odd thing is, the rooster is a small buff colored Silkie and the mother is obviously not a Silkie. We think its mother is a Rhode Island Red, which is a very big chicken. How could that happen?  That Red is three times the size of the rooster. There are no other roosters.  It has Silkie feet five toes, but does not have a Silkie body.  Oddity.

I loved letting my neighbor’s chickens out of the chicken house in the morning.  It was the funniest parade.

Sometimes a rooster takes a liking to a certain hens in his royal zanana. When this happens, the feathers on the hen’s back get plucked out and she becomes bald in the that spot. You can buy aprons to put on them to protect their backs, and they do not seem to mind them at all. The Silkies seem not to do that for some reason.

This is Cecil, the rooster at Carrie’s. I thought I would be creative and put three photos together to show him in full crow stretch. I will not win any kind of an award for it, but it is a bit interesting.

Well, I hope that makes up for the week I did not post at all.