Been Busy

It's been a whole week since I've blogged.  I know.  That's bad but I have an excuse.
I've been busy.

Oh, sure, "Try" looks sweet and innocent, but this is a very busy pup.
He had a little cold when he first came to us but it's obvious he's feeling good now.
Today I took him outside for a little walk to show him the sights and help keep him busy.

Skid also helps keep him busy but he doesn't really enjoy the job.

RUN SKID!  HE'S ON YOUR TAIL!

He's not slowing down!

Now some people will say, "Jenny, don't let him sit on the back of your couch.  It won't be so cute when he's 40 lbs."

But I say, "shhh!"
It's keeping him busy.
As long as he's sitting still up there, he's not peeing, chewing, pooping or destroying anything.

Aww!

My little red hen laid her first egg last week.
It will take a few months before her egg is as big as the old red hen's.

 Awww!

While you are using that expression, why don't I give you something else to express it over?

 Awww!
The little male in the back, with the wide eyes, trying to take in his new home, is our newest addition.

Photo Bombers

Alaska and Togo just don't understand why you would want to take pictures of those stupid border collies.

thanks to Sarah Novak for these pictures

En Garde

The other night  our lake froze over.

Togo and Alaska aren't particularly happy when this happens, because it gives the coyotes easier access to our farm.
So after a morning of watching a coyote walk across the ice, Togo decided to go to the high ground to get a better look.

He decided that this was a perfect place to watch his farm from.

After a little while, Alaska, the perfect partner, agreed to watch the low ground.

I dare you, coyotes.
I just dare you.

Hen Pecked

The last picture I posted of my 3 chicks was this one:

This is pretty much what they looked like when I left for the Nationals in September.
When we came back, I was home for a day, left Scott in charge, and went off to California for a couple of weeks.
Finally home in October, I walked outside the next morning and heard a sound I shouldn't be hearing from a coop full of hens...
"Cockadoodledooo"!
Ummm... Scott....?  Is there a rooster in my hen house?
Scott said, "Come to think of it, one chicken is alot bigger than the rest."

When I finally got out to the hen chicken house, there was not just one obvious rooster, but TWO!
Way to notice, Scott.
I decided one could stay but the coop was too small for both, so the all red rooster went to a local farm and got his own flock of hens.
So who got to stay?
This beauty:

The girls are happy with my choice and follow him where ever he goes.

As long as he doesn't get aggressive with me or the dogs, he can stay.
For now, the true boss of the coop is still the old red hen
and even the rooster respects that she eats first.

 If he's lucky, there will be chicks in the Spring!

Food Kitty

At feeding time, I always have company.

She started coming around every evening very hesitantly.

I wasn't sure what she wanted, but she made her wishes known.

I enjoy her company each evening, even if I can't touch her.
Yet.

So I gladly supply her supper.

Even if there are those who don't approve of the practice.

You'll just have to get over it, Skid!