A Day...Like Any Day

At the end of every day,

after all of the work is done,

I sit down at my computer and upload the pictures from the day.

(I take pictures every single day!)

It is from these captured moments that I pull my blog post for the next day.

(And you all thought I was up at 4 AM writing my blog!)

I am up early each morning....but not quite that early. 

Sometimes I have a story to share, sometimes just a feeling,

and once in a while something will ignite a spark of passion about a particular subject.

At this particular moment, there is a miss-mash of minutia to share,

with no common theme.

Our snow has melted.

Yesterday's weather was rather bipolar...

and changed every 15 minutes.

A few hours of sunlight raised the mercury to 50 degrees.

(And yes, the snow melted!!)

I shed my jacket and got to work...

cleaning chicken houses X2...

grooming Donnie Brasco 

and trimming his hooves...

digging peat moss into two of my garden boxes...

Along the way I thought of things that I wanted to share with you.

Like...

Turkey wars...game on....again!

Tom, the aggressor, is on house arrest...again.

Feeding time in the goat pen....bedlam.

The chickens have learned that each goat gets a Ritz cracker treat as I fill the dishes.

And so, as I extend my Ritz filled fingers, the chickens jump two feet into the air

trying to snatch the crackers before the goats can get them.

Crazy bedlam, I tell you.

Chloe and Daphne would like me to tell you that the First Lady has nothing on them.

They had bangs before they were popular!

This next picture is a great illustration of their almost prehensile upper lip.

They use their lip like a finger to pick up a single piece of hay.

One of the hens has gone AWOL...

laying eggs in the goat houses... again.

This is the scene every afternoon as I take feed to Missy and her twins.

Sammy sits patiently at the fence,

hoping one of them will come to play with him.

This dog has amazing focus, and would sit here staring for hours.

(Note the two scabbed bite wounds on his nose...last week's fox incident residual.)

"Maaaaa," says Missy (who has yet to lose her baby weight or her winter coat),

"You can sit there staring all day, dog...."

"There's no way I'm letting you play with my kids!"

Meanwhile, the kids retire to their warming hut for a nap.

Poor Sammy....

Well, it's been great catching up.

Now I better get busy... I have two more horses to groom and trim hooves...

not to mention about 20 garden boxes to awaken!

Have a great day today, okay?

What's on your agenda?