We’ve got …

After many month of store bought eggs I discovered that one of our silver-laced birds has started laying. This would also explain Carmine’s interest in the youngsters suddenly. She is quite the prissy one – she had to watch and make sure I made her nest right and even then she still complained. Maybe it was because I was too slow and everyone wanted to see the new quarters so she had to lay her egg on the hard floor. Oops Anyhow- we now have 1 good egg and two cracked ones.

Leave it to him

Tonight my husband walks in from the garage carrying dinner and his phone is playing I would do anything for love by Meatloaf. I busted up laughing.

When I asked him if he had planed it he said no – he had actually had a conversation earlier that day about the artist Meatloaf and just decided to listen. I busted up laughing again.

You dog!

Today was full of excitement- must be the full moon- but I’m only going to tell you one story that happened.

My oldest is now living with us again and had a short work schedule so I allowed one of her dogs to stay home with my two. Percy, the tall -toothless- white borzoi is a good boy for the most part but I have had problems with him running into the highway  or off to the DWR property behind our neighbors house so when I heard horns blaring this morning I panic. I was afraid one of the dogs was in the road but I found all three dogs laying in the living room.

I relaxed and returned to making my breakfast. Toasted banana bread with butter. I had just replaced the butter when I heard more honking and braking tires. This was not good. I noticed that my neighbor’s cow from across the street had gotten free and was playing frogger with the morning traffic. I dropped everything and rushed out to take care of it- which was fairly easier than we thought it would be.

When I returned into the house I was greeted by an unexpected sight. Druid was laying in the living room licking the carpet crazily, Hickory was sniffing around, and Percy was standing in the kitchen looking guilty. Instantly I thought I had lost my breakfast to the three opportunist but the bread was still sitting on the counter. What was missing? The stick of butter – and when I tried to replace it – the culprit stepped forward and drooled for more!

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised- his mother liked to do the same thing. (aka- my oldest daughter)