Wednesday, March 28, 2012

feathered friends

So. We got chicks. 

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Once they lose their down they're going to live with our friend Laurie and we're going to do an eggs sharing thing. That is if they're not legalized. And on that note, the meeting wasn't able to get to hens, they ran out of time due to other agenda points. April 9th is the day of reckoning, so there's still time to get your emails and phone calls in to your alderman! 
And now, some photos from around our yard since mother nature has been having some pretty nice hot flashes in our neck of the woods:
Our morning glories under the wee soda bottle greenhouse



Wild onions! Yay! 


Our soon to be potato bed, with a row of replanted volunteer
lettuce in the back round

transplanted volunteer lettuce

More volunteer lettuce. 




Our garden is going to be fucking huge. 


Wintered hay for mulch. We had the genius idea that if we
bought it last fall and covered it with a tarp it'd be
cheaper than buying it now. We didn't account for the mushrooms
growing in it though....bonus? 




Friday, March 9, 2012

MOAR PHOTOS

Clinicals have been eating my life, but I finally finish CNA training tomorrow! Woooo! I will finally have time again to do things I enjoy, like blogging...and dishes? So I've decided to celebrate a little:
My dog is wearing a sombrero, your argument is invalid. 

And since it's been an inexcusably long time since I posted any blog of substance, here's a bunch of photos I've taken over the last month or so and never found the time to post! Yay! 


Guinea hens look and run like tiny raptors....clever girl. 




















This is Ocho, the most adorable cat ever. 




I made some pine cone bird feeders with
 left over bacon fat, bird seed, and pine cones. 



Obligatory Atticus photo. 


We're finally getting ready to use our worm bin! Yay!




So here's the thing. Our neighbors behind us have a
veritable trash forest in their yard and it keeps blowing into ours.  
Their son also cuts through our yard and not only finds our
yard an appropriate place to dump his own candy wrappers, he's
 kicked over some of the bricks in our memorial garden. Not. Cool.