March 15th, 2007


Rahther Busy

Busy here. Laptop is humming with tax return input. So much to do, so little time. Hurry, hurry, hurry.

Meanwhile, the girls have had a prison break every afternoon. I suspect Walkabout is the culprit. We may need to change her name to "Ginger." Two days ago, the only thing in their run was a cat. Someone knocked over a far fence post. Chickens everywhere, having a wonderful time. There is absolutely no point in chasing them. "Free! I'm Free!" as they all dash about. A couple of hours later, it's much easier to convince them to go back inside. And the same thing happened yesterday. They created a dirtbath under E's slide and when I looked, four were pig-piled in it.

The past two days have been heavenly. The spring peepers finally came out in our pond and started up their raucous noise. Deafening. The cats have been out all night, which is a very weird change from trying to shift position while a cat sleeps on one's legs. E came out of her bath last night and wanted to know why there was no fire in the woodstove. Because it was 80 degrees today?

The wheel turns. I see buds on the daffys.
Frog Out