Off to Meeting

The new Master of our Grange is a little meeting nuts. I'm to meet with him and our Family Activities Coordinator to go over which Chicken 101 classes we want to teach next year. Which is fine, but I could have emailed this in, yanno. And not first thing in the morning, when I'm a complete grump and brain dead.

10am is first thing in the morning to me. Shut up. I don't count stumbling around the place, feeding chickens and dogs, throwing back coffee and the like to be civilized activity. Hell, I've thrown feed at the sheds instead and likely will again (released too late on the arc of the throw), much to the confusion of my ducks and chickens. I am *just* that much of a dud in the morning.

How brain dead? Well, I was looking at the invite and it said 10am at Miriam's. So now I'm wondering, who the heck is Miriam and where does she live? Do I need boots to get there? Some farms, you do - so I might need to sterilize my galoshes and pack them. No judgment there. And then, I remember. Miriam's is that lovely little Espresso place in Coupeville. *headdesk* Context, I need a context in the morning.

Geez. Morning meetings are just not my thing.

Friday Furkid Post - with Chickies!

The chicks are growing (hatched Nov. 1 - 3rd) quickly and developing personalities. The big black chick is the most dominant of the three, which makes for some very interesting situations:



The big yellow one is a hoot, she's the most curious of the three:



Then little Pipsqueak who, receiving treatment for spraddle leg, is my favorite:



Its quite difficult to get pictures of them, as they are afraid of the flash:



Nearby, Libby is napping and feeling very smug about the whole thing: