3/31/11 – Crooked Acres Thursday

Scenes from around Crooked Acres. Aigs! We’re getting in the neighborhood of 3 dozen eggs a day these days. Not actually here at Crooked Acres – this is up at the feed ‘n seed store we always stop by on our way to or from Tennessee. Baby llama. This time he was friendly and wanted … Continue reading “3/31/11 – Crooked Acres Thursday”

Scenes from around Crooked Acres.

Aigs! We’re getting in the neighborhood of 3 dozen eggs a day these days.

Not actually here at Crooked Acres – this is up at the feed ‘n seed store we always stop by on our way to or from Tennessee.

Baby llama. This time he was friendly and wanted to be petted.

The Wisteria is abloom.

More Wisteria (and our house in the background.)

Peach blossom. Let’s hope we get more fruit this year than last.

The garden, tilled. Except for the tiny patch in the middle where a few cabbage (that I planted last Fall) are hanging in there.

Keep growing, little cabbage. One day perhaps you’ll be big enough for us to harvest and eat.

Corbie in the back yard, sitting on the compost container. That’s where I toss all the kitchen compost, including any paper towels I used. I used to toss it all on the big compost heap, but stuff would blow all over the place and look trashy, so I made this container for composting. Works pretty well – and it gives Corbie a place to sit and glare judgmentally at me when I’m outside the back yard and he can’t get to me. He likes to walk along under my feet and then stop dead and demand petting.

Rooster on the move.

White Silkie. Someone once pointed out that she looks like a Muppet, so now I call her “Angry Muppet.”

The red coloring on this hen’s face always makes her look like she’s been rolling in mud.


I love the coloring on her head and neck.

Rooster keeps an eye on his wimminfolk.

Places to go, people to see.


Prettiest flowers ever.

Playful pups.

“You has snacks for us?”


Gracie’s always startin’ somethin’.


It’s like watching two polar bears fight.

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As of last night, Rufus is out in Gen Pop 24/7. He went upstairs with us last night at bedtime and snuggled for a bit, then he wandered off. I don’t know where he spent the night, but it wasn’t with me.

He’s getting braver by the minute – at first he’d run if you walked in his general direction, then he’d flinch and look nervous. Just now, he was sitting in the guest bedroom doorway, and I walked by him, and he just watched me walk by. He’s more nervous in the rooms where he hasn’t spent much time – especially upstairs – but he’s come a long way, baby.


On top of the cat tree in the front room, accompanied by Alice.

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::SIGH:: NO babies yet. She perhaps ate a little less this morning than usual, but I can’t swear to that. She’s not laying down on her side and letting me feel her belly as much as she did last week. I try not to harass her about it, but it’s hard not to – I want to feel the babies moving around, Maggie! Give me that much, at least!

Several people have asked if I’m sure she’s pregnant. This is what I tell them: last year, Maura was never actually checked over by a vet before we got her. We believed she was pregnant because we were told she was. As it turns out, of course, she wasn’t and never had been. This year, Maggie was checked out by a vet who said that she is pregnant. We’ve felt babies moving (though of course, we thought we felt babies moving with Maura last year!), and the other night I could distinctly feel, at different times, a little head, and a tiny little paw. So yes, I am pretty sure she’s pregnant. Clearly she wasn’t as pregnant as I thought she was when we first got her, but in my defense, I’ve only had one pregnant cat before (Kara), and I hardly got a chance to get to know the signs of a pregnant cat before she wasn’t pregnant anymore!

(Feeling the kittens move around is very neat, but it also freaks me out a little bit. I don’t know why!)

Also, a note: tomorrow is April 1st, also known as April Fool’s Day. I PROMISE you all that I will NOT post that Maggie had her babies if she actually did not. That’s mean, and I know I’d probably have a ticked-off horde descending upon my house if I did such a thing. So you have my word that I won’t.


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“Wha? Why are my PAWS wet? What’s going ON?!” Not the brightest bulbs, these two.

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2010: The Problem with Warm & Sunny Days.
2009: (reCOOPerating, HA HA!)
2008: Shea Butters would be an excellent stripper name.
2007: No entry.
2006: It was so friggin’ cute I made Fred listen to it, too.
2005: I have my finger on the pulse of pop culture, apparently.
2004: A day in the life.
2003: What makes me crazy.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Okay, enough of the wallowing.