Who is excited about Punxsutawney Phil's prediction? Boy, I am. He could predict the sky is falling and I would giggle. I love that far and wide, we all wait in anticipation for a groundhog's prediction. I am going to Gobbler's Knob for Groundhog Day soon. If six more weeks of winter means no mosquitoes, I am game.
Time to step up my shepherdess skills...I have been researching what I need for the lambing kit. I am going to try to prepare for every scenario but it is overwhelming. Note to self: Do not read the complications of lambing before bed unless you want nightmares. I started to hyperventilate and I am sure I started to feel a touch of dizziness.
A couple of weeks back, I advertised that I was selling WoollyShire Eggs. As soon as I delivered those eggs, the Ladies of Cluckingham went on strike. The daily clutch of 5-7 eggs turned into 1-2 eggs a day. I brought out the chalkboard and gave an educational session about the correlation of eggs, their feed and where money comes from. After demonstrating their feed money does not grow on trees, I felt satisfied my message was understood. However, I was given a false sense of security. With wool in their ears, the egg strike went on for two weeks. It seems these freeloaders have ended their strike, I have been collecting 4-7 eggs a day for the past four days. And the chicks from September have started laying their first eggs.
I have been daydreaming of what to plant this spring in the garden. It is only a matter of time before I head up to the study and break out my collection of seeds. My Precious!
The week ended with selfies and hijinks. Freddy D is my most willing victim. Of course, I had to oblige with neck rubs but anything for a selfie! The selfie stick took Freddy D's and I relationship to a whole new level.
Muffin Top clocking in
C2 & Aaron Byrd testing the straw
Going Noodlin'
Jolly Ball Love
Must keep Jolly Ball
End Result of Jolly Ball play
Who's Who
