I know I’ve been remiss in not posting but…..end of school year, Boy graduating, having a birthday and just omg, it’s time to do a serious spring cleanign hit all at once.

By the time I sat down to write something up, not a thought flowed other than Zzzzzz.

What’s been happening around the coop?  Girl being chicken wrangler extreme.   The new chicks (not called breakfast, lunch, and dinner) decided to take a walkabout in the back yard.  Two-toes could not care less about chicks walking around but Alien Love Child was ready to leap from my arms and have herself a feather or more.

Girl dashed out after realizing when I said babies were out did not mean the Trio of Trouble kittens.

Around the tree goes girl chasing chicken babies.  Then around their temporary coop.  I had to laugh and only wished I’d had video of girl being outwitted, out played by three 2 month old chickens.  LMAO and then some.

Oh yeah, she’s slapping and pshawing me right now.  Some love from my child. Right?

There’s another story about chickens that I’ll share another day but the timer just went off and that means dinner needs to be finished or chaos will ensue.

Like me going nom nom nom since eating lunch was not on the to do list.  Talk about a messed up agenda today.

What’s happening in your local coop this week?

It’s Sunday and I’m the only human awake in the house.  Some chores have been started/finished/looked at while every one is still in a horizontal I’m still sleeping body.

And yet I’m awake.

ALC wanted out.  And out.  Out again.  How much was I need to go pee, please, omg, if you don’t let me out I”ll puddle on the floor needs?  Or was it oh, please, oh please, let me go look at the cheeeeeeeeeeeeeekins (chickens)?

Yes, chickens.  Andaulusions.  2 months old.  Three of them.  Pullets, soon to be hens.  Not dinner.  Pictures coming.

A splash (that’s a dirty looking white), a blue (which looks more grey to me), and a black which is just black.  They talk.  They scratch.  They enthrall my dogs.

But do they have to do it a 6 freaking am on a Sunday?

It appears so.

To top it all off, I forgot this was Memorial day weekend.  Don’t ask how.  It’s easy in the land of Chaos to forget holidays and which day it is.

Will it be a lazy day?  Uhm, hell no.  I wouldn’t be that lucky.

Retro Man’s neice is graduating today.

Reduce, reuse, recycle and burn, baby, burn day.  A trip to the burn gods (aka as the waste to energy incinerator).

If I have a spare moment, and a working pair of brain cells, the scones.  Make them.  Inhale the aroma that is cinammon, brown sugar and then consume with a mad twinkle in my eye and a cackle dancing through the house from my laughter that says all is good in my tummy.

Then collapse with the book I’m reading— Curse the Dawn by Karen Chance.

Plans for this weekend?  Reading something good, bad, or ho-hum?