I stopped at my local feed mill this morning to order my chicks. As I was standing at the counter I noticed that both of the employees had horribly deformed hands. It looked as if they had both been burned badly. I realized also that they were mother and son.
I wondered what had happened and how it affected their relationship. And I hate it when I'm so conscious not to stare that I'm afraid i stare. And then I was upset with myself because on past visits I have been judgmental about the store upkeep (which is probably hard to do with hardly any hands)
So anyway, chicks arrive on my birthday. And I think thats the day I will start living at the farm. Why not?
"I'm jealous as hell .... with mr going away I dunno when i will be able to order my chicks :( pics of the um erection ya built ?? are they in the pipeline??"- scarylady
Tuesday, April 22, 2008, 4:51:17 PM- Soooos
I haven't blogged much because I'm bogged. (down, that is)
The coop is done waiting till may 10th for the little peeplings.
Party progress is flowing nicely. I even have the birthday boy coming out to help clean the old barn. He thinks I'm having a housewarming party. HA
Hope the spring is springing in your neck of the woods. (except md's pollenhead)