The peeps are 7 weeks old today. And I am celebrating my birthday, too. Twenty-something. Or thirty, I forget. I seriously could not remember how old I was today when I woke up. I tried to do the math in my head then gave up.
Luckily C-baby reminded me. Thanks hunny.
I'd rather think about the chickie babies and about how they're almost halfway to the age of starting to lay eggs.
Beautiful eggs, mostly brown, but with two Ameraucana and one Silkie, we should also have some big and tiny blue eggs in the mix. Unless Frickin is a boy. Then, no tiny blue eggs. We won't know for awhile yet.
Whenever I'm feeling crabby, or just low of sorts, a trip out to the chicken coop hoop house is the best way to brighten my day. Or even when I'm feelin' spiffy, goin' to the coop certainly makes the day even better.
I open up the coop door and all sorts of chicken-busy-ness ensues. It's difficult to capture since the chicks are always moving, and I'm still shooting with my itty bitty Canon SD1000 Elph P&S.
Don't get me wrong, I love this little camera (that C-baby gave me) and I've taken 15,900 or so odd pictures with it to date. It's my default camera of choice, being that it fits into my pants or jacket pocket slickety-slick.
It's just not the best in capturing motion, or maybe I just don't know how to use it for that purpose. So with my busy chickies, I get a lot of these shots...
which always makes me think of the phrase, "What's Up? Chicken butt!"
Hahaha. Just a little second-grade humor for you, to celebrate our big day.
“We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.”
- George Bernard Shaw
And yes, I know the grass is still way too long (see the line above between the mowed strip and the unmowed)... we bought a used lawnmower last week, shoved it into the back seat of my '95 Geo Prizm/Redneck Pickup Truck and hauled it home. I mowed for hours both Saturday and Sunday, between cloud bursts, and still there is more to do!
I'm beginning to think I just might need a few more grazing lawn-mowers this summer!
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