May 24th, 2007

birdhouse

Eggs In My Pocket Like Grains of Sand

Egg production is definitely down. But as I'm no longer wearing heavy padded flannel shirts with capacious pockets, this is a good thing, maybe. Six eggs in my sweat pant pockets and I start looking weird and they start falling off. I suspect one of the girls is laying eggs under a tree because she's too lazy to go back to the coop. And they wonder why I don't let them out as early.

Meanwhile, the killing machine was toying with a baby chippy, something I don't approve of. It was darting up a tree and she was knocking it down. Nearby in the grass was a bird carcass. Oh joy. I walked away from the carnage. Just couldn't face it on such a beautiful morning.

Yet another 'missing' iris has shown up. yippee. This one is pale cream on top and light purple below. Very different.

Looks like I could be attending Bittercon this weekend, though the banner needs an update. Wish I was going to be at Wiscon. I might not even be at Balticon, which is supposed to be the reason I'm not at Wiscon. Balticon was supposed to be a family affair, but that's not going to happen. E and I might go for the dealer's room on Saturday but the jury's still out on that. Something about needing to make a trip to the landfill.

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