Fuzzy Flitting

We love all of our chickens. We really do. They're adorable, they give us eggs, they eat bugs...they're awesome. Well, all but one of them lays eggs, anyway. One chicken, our sweet Fuzzy, does not.

Fuzzy is our little Silkie. She's smaller than the other chickens. She lay one egg...one!...several months ago. Her little beak is crooked and the top doesn't line up with the bottom. Her feathers came in all scraggly and that little one can't even consider trying to fly. And with all that she's decidedly our  most adorable chicken by far.

I sat in the chicken yard taking in Fuzzy and all her cute glory. I started to sketch her and she flitted here and flitted there. That girl flitted everywhere.

So I present Fuzzy, fabulously flitting of course!

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Rolling Roly Poly

Sometimes random thoughts...they just show up outa nowhere. Seriously, that's my only explanation for this.

I was just sitting here wondering what happens to a roly poly if it loses the functioning of some of its many, many legs. Well, I thought, of course it would need to have a wheel to replace the troublesome limbs.

And then it would be a rolling roly poly.

Ya, I dunno, I didn't get much sleep last night...but I must admit I'm rather in love with this little dude!

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He is Not Amused

So we've had our cat door for a couple of weeks now. Our little cat, Tommy, is pretty much grooving on it. He can go out when he wants, come in when he wants, and exercise his independence as the awesome teenage cat that he is.

Pug, on the other hand, is not amused. While he understands the concept of independence, he prefers to have things the way they've always been.

You know, the way in which the humans were his minions. He could stand at the door and stare at it and we'd get up and let him out. He could stand on our back porch staring in and we'd open the door for him...and he'd invariably stand there a while considering if we were worth of his presence...or not.

With the cat door we humans are no longer, well, minions.

Bless his stubborn little feline heart....

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