Retour de Mischief

Several interesting things have happened over here lately.  For starters Randi and the chickens are in the running for the most mischief this week award.  On Saturday Randi and I were enjoying a break on the bed when we heard frantic chicken crying and so we jumped up to investigate.  What I found was one of the chickens had gotten her head stuck in the cage and couldn't get out.  When I opened the door it scared her enough to motivate her to get out.  Since then I've been paranoid that they were all going to get themselves stuck and die.  It's not happened.  They have made the permanent move to the patio because they are too stinky to stay in the house.  

Today Randi decided to use her personal doggie door (my bedroom window) to get back into the house while the cleaning ladies were here.  They called because they didn't know what to do.  I said, try the bones, she's on a diet so she'll want to eat.  That seemed to work and she exited the building without much ado.

Earl has recently decided that the little dog bed is his.

This was with an app that I downloaded for this guy I found on YouTube who is dang funny.

A goat.  In the parking lot at school.

I don't know what to say about this.

Watching the chickens.  For an hour.

Clark loves Jessica's pillows.

Randi hearts House of Cards.

Big Girls!

Moving Out

My olfactory senses have announced that the chickens are hitherto-forth too stinky to continue in the house full time and will start their outside training tomorrow.  They are currently chilling outside on the grass so I could clean out their cage and air out the spare room which is starting to smell like a chicken farm.  Gross.  Tomorrow they are going to chill on the patio during the day in their cage so they can get acclimated to being outside so that in two more weeks they can live permanently in their coop and then they can stink it up as much as they want.

In other news, last week I remarked to Sara that Clark was hurting my feelings nightly because he no longer was sleeping with me and had even gone so far to come in, look up at the bed, see me, and then turn around and go back outside.  It's been rough because for 13 years this guys has slept right next to me.  If I rolled over he moved so he was still stuck to my side.  If I moved 1/4 of an inch he scooted over and so I've taken this not sleeping with me business rather personally.  The only other dog left in the bed is Randi and she sleeps at the foot of the bed unless she's trying to win points and then she sleeps right up against my back like a bolster pillow.  I'd prefer she always slept up against my back like a bolster pillow because that feels good.  In any case, after my conversation with Sara, Clark has been trying to make up because every night since then he has made an effort to come sleep with me for at least a couple of hours.  He still won't give me kisses, but I guess I can't expect everything.

E-I-E-I-O

I'm a chicken farmer!!  With my chicken coop nearly done (only waiting on "hardware" for the doors), today I went to the feed store on a chicken fact finding mission and came home with four baby chickens (chicks) and all of their accoutrements.  There were only four left and the lady said that if I waited these guys would probably be gone and I'd have to get younger chicks and they require a light and I thought fuck if I want to complicate chicken farming.  They are two weeks old and currently chilling in the spare room where they are going to continue to chill unless they never go to sleep and keep chirping and keep me up and then in that case they are probably going to have to chill somewhere else, but I'm not sure where.   It's too cold for them to be outside right now.  In two weeks I can put them out during the day and bring them in at night and then two weeks after that they can live in their coop and in 5-6 months I should have eggs!  They don't have names yet.  

Yesterday Jessica and I went to the Long Beach Quilt Show to see her mom's quilt which was part of the traveling Hoffman Challenge quilts.  We also saw a quilt about two dogs who get into mischief.  

Randi and Earl?

Wednesday Max and I were quite disappointed to show up for gymnastics only to find out that gymnastics had been cancelled.  We decided to go to the airport, but I was stressed out the whole time because we had neither a hat, nor sunscreen.  We only stayed about five minutes before I was convinced that he was going to burst into flames or turn into a crab.  I told him all of the planes were gone and we quickly returned to the shade.  I was convinced I was going to be in trouble for the rest of my life because he was red, but no one noticed anything so I dodged a bullet on that one.

Not sure if he's red or not.

One day this week when I went to go to bed Randi Unadopted only wanted to lay next to me with her head on my shoulder.  She is mighty silly sometimes.