Wednesday, October 1, 2014


A beautiful fall day, meant to be spent outside, and Camille and I were stuck in our respective houses catching up on long-overdue projects.  We were commiserating in the morning and offering a little moral support.  Cam has a swimming pool and planted grape vines (table grapes) by the fencing for a privacy screen.  As an added bonus, those double-duty vines have some of the sweetest green grapes ever, and she'd called to offer some to me.  In the afternoon, having done as much on my project as I was willing to do, I went down to pick up the trash barrel from the big road and stopped by Cam's.  She had also punched the clock at quitting time, and we went out to sit by the pool.  Ready to leave, I came around the corner and was face to face with Cricket.  "But it says, 'Welcome!'"

"I just love what you've done with the place."

Just when it seemed the pullets were never going to make the transition to hens, they have finally started laying eggs.  How do I know they're pullet eggs?  Because I found them in the hay barn, not the chicken coop.  I also found an egg in the Silkie coop.  What with the hot weather, they'd not laid an egg for a couple of months.  Ginger appears to have gotten the idea and once again came into the pen for the night.

"He who laughs last, laughs best."

Cricket does this goofy thing with his jaw, throwing it to the side.  Cam says he does it all the time.  I don't know about him, but he left me laughing.

It was a good day.

1 comment:

Kathryn said...

That certainly does put a new meaning to "Cricket on the Hearth!!!