Strawberry chickens

Ian helped me plant some strawberries yesterday in an old barrel pot. Our neighbor gave us some starts from his garden and there was no way I was going to turn him down. Now we'll have raspberries, blueberries, AND strawberries from our backyard this summer. Weeee!

And because my brain refuses to work this week from lack of sleep (I won't point any fingers but it's not Jeremy, Ian, or I that like to get up every couple of hours at night.. ahem) there'll be no witty or intelligent posts from me for you to read through. So I'm posting about chickens so you all don't run off and forget about me and read the really really good stuff that's out there.

Willow--pretty mild and just goes along with the flow. Probably the bottom of the pecking order as far as I can see.

Ginger--she doesn't dominate but can hold her own and refuses to let the other chicks get away with pecking at her or trying to take her food.

Guinevere--small and fiesty. She holds her own really well among the dominant one and picks fights if she can get away with it.

Emmaline---ye olde dominant one. Definitely top of the pecking order and won't hesitate to put the other chicks in their places if she needs to.

While it's nearly impossible to get a decent picture from them now, you can still see how much they've changed. They are doing great and are about a week or two away from moving outside. Of course, that's if we get their coop built that soon. We have a little motivation though.... they uh... stink. Gone are the cute fuzzy little critters where ne'er on odor came from their nether regions. In their place are honest to goodness farm-smellin' chickens. I try to remind them that we are not a farm but between the clucking and the straw that is strewn all over the floor from their dust bathing, I'm not sure it's very convincing.

We're off to the waterfront this afternoon for the beginning of the Rose Festival week. Have a great weekend!

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