Well, ask my youngest daughter. She bought them at the local feed store. My three-year-old said to me in no uncertain terms: "Mom, why must I delay my gratifcation when I can address the issue of chick desire in the here and now?!" And, well, I could not disagree with the logic. She's very verbal and wise, my three-year old. And plus, the feed store had Blue Andalusion chicks. I mean, I'm just not the kind of mother who would keep a three-year-old from the Blue Andalusian she's wanted since she was in utero. I'm not that kind of mother and I will never be.
So. I did this all for my children. It had nothing to do with me. And no, I did NOT use my childrens playhouse as a temporary place for the chicks to live in until they are old enough to join the flock. What do you take me for? A playhouse-giver-awayer? Ok. Maybe I did loan the playhouse to the chicks. But I tarped the bottom and did tell them they had to pay rent and the deposit was hella steep. (They are paying me in eggs, they said.)
Now that that is all settled.
Here is the type of look created when one wants to pretend they have NOT just eaten half a bag of duck food. "What? Huh? Oh. Who meee?? Oh no no no no no no. I would never!" And you know what? Had she had not barfed all over the living room not an hour later, I might have just believed her.
My true find of the weekend: an old metal pot with a rusted out hole in the bottom. Now it is a home for some yummy Lemon Basil. Wonders never cease. Love is too weak a word.
And WHY do they have to stand by the door and preen when they have a whole 1/4 acre to roam in? Do you see how crowded this 1/4 acre is getting? Oi Vei.
My three-year-old said to me yesterday: Mama, we're farmers. It's ok to be a farmer. Perhaps somewhere in between the coop cleaning, the dog barf, the gardening and tripping over the hens she noted the look in my eyes. The kind of look only a farmer's daughter would understand.
(Luckily there is always this...remember?)
And in closing: Guess what? I pulled off some darn good muffins! I have to give a shout out to Amanda at Habit of Being and Tracey at Clover for helping me with thier baking hints after my solicited advice. Such fine women abound in this blogging world.
I also made a decent cole slaw, though I found the recipe just "ok" and not totally amazing (that said the whole family gobbled it all up!) I would love an interesting slaw receipe if you have a fave... or some sort of summery cabbage-ish salad that is non-mayo would be great too.
And, truly, finally, as a point of interest: Did you know 1 out of every 7 women in the U.S. blogs? (As pointed out the New Yorker magazine). Yes. Amazing, no? Doesn't that make you feel totally run of the mill and without special importance? Well, don't let it, darling.
Don't you let it.
(Happy Monday and thanks to Amanda at Habit of Being for letting us 1 of 7 tag along on Weekending.)