What a crazy weekend! It's only a little bit after 8:00 Sunday evening here, but my internal clock is striking at least eleven dongs in my head.
Yesterday, we (finally!!!) designed and built a chicken tractor for the ladies. Their pen is quite a mess, considering a winter's worth of snow and ice in now trying to melt each day, but solidly refreezes each night. Some Brussels sprouts erratics have emerged from the wintry mix, and I can't even tell you the last time we had Brussels sprouts. Maybe mid-October? Ewwww... Anyway, I feel bad for the hens. They want to be in the flowerbeds scratching up the little bits of green trying to poke through.
"Compromise!" I keep yelling this at them. "You can have the lawn, but the flowerbeds are mine!" The gol-durn chickens refuse to cooperate OR compromise, and my blood pressure keeps rising above healthy levels. Thus, a chicken tractor. I'll show you some pictures and our plans in a later post. It's easy, effective, and fairly inexpensive. Yay, for that!
Today was Mr. Boom's Grandma's 87th birthday. We all went to lunch at a local restaurant, so I didn't get to make her a cake. I might take her something later on in the week. We'll see how the week goes, first...
Also today, we drove up into the hills for a little bit of turkey scouting. Saw a good dozen or so down low on private property. The yard of the house was totally torn up from the birds. I started to mentally design a turkey tractor in my head. I wonder if the landowners would be interested?
So, did somebody say presents? Sure! The Pollinatrix, one of my first readers (if not THE first reader?) of this blog got me into this happy mess.
I promise to send something I make myself to the first 5 people who leave a comment on this post and who, in turn, promise to make the same offer on their blog. The rules are that you need to make the items personally and send them to your 5 folks within 2011.
So there you go. Presents! Just pretend the "strings attached" are ribbons!