Gimmicks?

I realized today that I don't have any new gimmicks for the blog. You know - like Fred and Bessie, or Mr. Monkeysuit, or Funny Bone Monday. I mean, sure, I have chickens. And ducks. But they don't go on cool adventures or tell jokes, so what good are they? Besides laying eggs, I mean. They're pretty. And fluffy. Yeah.

The ducks do chase the dogs, so there's that.

But that gets old. Okay, it doesn't. But only for me is it always fresh.

Oh! There's Little Jimmy Dickens, whom, we've discovered, is a male. The following video is a tad mature. Just sayin'.

Then there are my derpy chickens. They hide their eggs for weeks at a time. So this is what we find in a back corner under some vines.

Beautiful. Don't know which ones have been there for how long. I boiled them all up and the chickens enjoyed a treat every day last week. Shells and all.

So no gimmick. And here I was wanting to blog again. Maybe I'll start slow and just catch up on y'all's blogs one at a time?

Until I write again ...

Flea

Kareen Ramsey, Squirrely Artist

One of my most favorite Christmas gifts, in addition to my 17 foot Doctor Who scarf that Maybelline crocheted for me, is the squirrel picture my mother made. LOOKIT!!!

Wicked cool, huh? Of all her work, this squirrel is one of my favorites. I just want to throw him a nut and watch him scamper. I think I want to name him. Suggestions? I'd make this a contest, but I still have a wrapped book from a contest a year ago waiting for me to make a trip to the post office. *sigh* But I'll see what I can do. And I'll let my Hunny choose his favorite name. How's that?

So go check out my mom, Kareen Ramsey's, art work. She's primarily a pencil artist, specializing in portraits. It's uncanny what she can do with a photo and some Prismacolors. Especially take a moment to read her bio. You'll catch a whiff of where I came from. That and she cracks me up. :)

Until I write again ...

Flea

Peep Immortalized

My friend, Dave Bahm, a big fan of Marilyn Monroe and popcorn, is an artist. A very good artist. Go look. I'll wait. Just so ya know, my favorites are his Route 66 work and the horses in his commissioned work.

A few weeks ago Dave asked if he could use one of my Peep shots to work on during an art exhibit, give the crowd a taste of what he does instead of twiddling his thumbs. Dave, are you a thumb twiddler? You don't strike me as such.

He sent me the picture!!! It arrived today, on my 20th anniversary! Dave and his lovely wife Jen sent me a picture of my favorite chicken!!! LOOKIT!!!! AND ... Dave makes way cool greeting cards - I've purchased them as Christmas gifts in the past - and he made four of those for me as well!

How very cool would it be if you ordered your own Peep cards? They're GORGEOUS!!! See? Am I excited? Yes. Yes I am. I squishy heart my Peep, and I'm so grateful to my popcorn munching cow-friend, Dave. Again, go see his work. It's awesome. :)

Until I write again ...

Flea

A post without chicken photos? Say it ain't so!

See? See? A photo of my boy, Oatmeal Head! Pretending to be a hipster. He's not a chicken.

 Lookit! It's Patches, the crazy dog, asking if she can eat chicken crap. I told her no. It dries out her skin.

Little Jimmy Dickens and Roger are NOT chickens. They're ducks, people. And they're as cute as can be. I'm pretty sure that Jimmy is an Aylesbury and Roger is a black Cayuga. Whatever the heck that means.

Flash, the shadow dog, thinks someone may be at the door. He's about to start barking. He won't stop. No chickens here.

Here's my boy, Poop Head (I forget what we call him here - Poop Head works - he's 14, after all), not holding a chicken while sitting in the living room. Don't believe me?

Okay. I lied. He was holding a chicken. While sitting in the living room. Poop Head is such a ... well, a poop head.

So as long as the chickens are out, here's Mary Ann. She's grown up a bit. Grabby, greedy pig that she is.

Not many people know this, but Mary Ann also likes to drive the family minivan. We don't let her drive very far, for insurance purposes.

My sugar Peep is full of feathers now and looking like the biggest hen in the yard. She's not really. Just quite fluffy. Like me. Yeah.

This is one of my favorite Christmas gifts, a painting of my Peep, done by Oatmeal Head's girlfriend, Owlie.

What can I say? Mary Ann, Ginger and Caramel take smoke breaks too.

Here's hoping you all had a very merry Christmas! Wishing you all a great 2012.

Until I write again ...

Flea

I Have No Idea What I'm Posting

Until I write again ...

Flea

Fowl Things Are Afoot

Mary Ann. Eats anything she can get her beak on. She's even started jumping for food, like a dog.

Mary Ann and Ginger. My Hunny thinks he built vegetable beds. They know better. Their own personal tanning beds.

Goof Ball and Mary Ann. I can't convince the boy not to bring chickens into the house!

Peep does NOT approve of Fred and Bessie. More's the pity.

Roger and Little Jimmy Dickens. I think they doubled in size daily for the first month. Silky-soft and thick with feathers. Roger's quack is quite loud when he feels abandoned. Like when I go in to fill his water bottle ...

Until I write again ...

Flea

Chicken World

We're having a blast with these chickens. Two eggs a day (Ginger and Caramel), poo everywhere, straw to muck, flies ... Don't EVEN get me started on the flies.

We love them. Obviously.

Until I write again ...

Flea