After a little research recently, I was worried that my five araucanas were under stress from the other hens. I think they are the lowest in pecking order. They are picked on mercilessly by the other girls. I had read that soft eggs could be from stressed araucanas and I didn't know how we'd remedy that with only one coop and one chicken run. I guess the soft eggs were just some early eggs. We'll see.
The kids are so excited about the green egg.
The brown egg to the bottom right of the green egg is the size of an extra-large store-bought egg.
Yesterday I was without internet for most of the day. Which was really fine with me. I had tomatoes to can, given to my for free from my uncle's garden. I canned twelve quarts and one pint. I might go back next week for more.
Today (at the bus stop) a bird pooped on my head and back. Nice. Unfortunately I had to take Mason for his pre-op appointment, so I had to run back in the house, re-wash my hair and change my shirt. I have to admit that I laughed about it. It's just my luck. If it weren't for bad luck, I wouldn't have any luck at all.
The other day Sawyer found a pair of tighty-whities in his underwear drawer. I suppose he was not happy to see them. I was standing at the kitchen sink and he came in babbling about something. As I turned around, he had one hand on his hip, the other hand holding the underwear. Then he very clearly stated, "I. don't. like. them." He proceeded to drop them on the floor and walk out. I lost it. Completely and utterly lost it.
Mason used up his $5 Amazon MP3 credit. The songs? ha ha ha I Love Rock 'n' Roll by Joan Jett, Hotel California by the Eagles, Eye of the Tiger by Survivor, Black Horse and the Cherry Tree by KT Tunstall, and YMCA by no one else but the Village People. What a mix! (Some of the songs he's heard on Guitar Hero. I do not, I repeat I. do. not. listen to Survivor.)