Sunday At Random

The chicks are at that awkward teenage stage -- not exactly cute anymore and full of attitude. If they could, they would probably have pimples and play loud music. They fly up and perch on top of the waterer and feeder, which, because of the poop problem, we have had to thwart by topping the tanks with cut-off milk jug tops. They pounce on bits of grass and dirt, scratching vigorously in search of bugs. When one finds a treasure, the others pursue her around the brooder, trying to steal it.

The two HUGE white chicks are Rock Cornish -- they're going to the person who ordered them next week when we get together for a chick swap. It's amazing how they have grown -- but that's what they're meant to do, being intended for the table.

I'm still enjoying my clothesline --so much so that it inspired a little memory for Miss Birdie to talk about in the work in progress. I posted it on my monthly blog on Amazon, if you're interested.

A word about Amazon: I hope all of you know that I am a strong advocate for local independent bookstores -- always my first choice when telling folks where to buy my books. But my books are available on Amazon -- and I began a monthly blog there over two years ago and have met some nice folks through it. No pictures, and the posts are more formal, more like essays.