Friday Part Three: Chicken Little

"I love you this big!" She declares herself a chicken and sets off to do chicken-y things. Yes, her pants ARE already wet from being thigh high in a 6 inch farm puddle (see previous post)......


Is she a chicken or a pig? To be fair the only sort of clean part of her is the only place she got sunburned. This is a totally different puddle, by the way. Look closely and see her boots are off her feet AND packed with mud.


This is inside the chicken pen. I love that this family let her play and explore the hen house and chicken yard. She collected eggs too. We brought four home and she hugged them in the carton all the way home (yes, one broke!). It was her treasure for sure. We've been to many farms the last year and the coups have all been off limits for various reasons. When I was a kid, we had free access to them and did just fine. Lil'Bug and her friend played for hours with the chickens and ducks. She even ate some cracked corn. Not yummy. I had to bathe her twice. The second time was a second round of muck after the first bath.


Where did her boots end up? As a monument to childhood mucky fun! :)

As we got ready to leave, A. noticed I had a VERY flat tire. She tried to air it up, but it wouldn't hold the air. I'm still on lifting restriction from surgery, so she changed my tire for me. Seriously. She is a super hero. I'm not sure I could do it myself anyway. It's been 15 years since I last changed a tire and it was on my 1971 VW super beetle (the one with a duct taped axle...).

Also.....
I ate hummus. You know, I had never eaten hummus before because in my mind I had confused hummus with haggis and could never figure out why such a thing was so popular at all the mom groups. Last year I discovered the error and since had not had a chance to taste it. It is sooo delicious! That particular error is so typical of me. Gah.

Friday Part Two: Sugar Creek Farm

Lil'Bug pausing for a brief moment to gaze over the field and pastures. Me too. It sets my heart afire again to pursue the farm dream.

I love, love, love this farm. It is a CSA, but since we grow our own, we don't have a share. Perhaps we should, to supplement in the things we cannot grow ourselves. Something to think about for next year. We were invited out to help make mulberry jam, but we got there after the jam making was over. No time was wasted by Lil'Bug though. She had a tea party, played with a kitten, and headed outside to meet the chickens and horse.

This is Sunny. A very cal and gentle horse. When we were little Aunt Bee was bit by a horse, so I was nervous about the apple feeding. Unnecessarily. It was awesome.


He he, horse apples. Sorry. Had to say it. They are! FOR the horse of course!


This is the "farm pond" that Lil'Bug found. This girl can find a puddle in a desert. However, with the heavy rains, there are spots like this everywhere we go, thus the muck boots. What comes next?

Friday P-ART One

Lil'Bug has learned how to open the paint bottles. When (if) this dries next month we will put a wire through it and make a mobile. Hey, at least it's not on the floor!

Caterpilar Buddy

This is Lil'Bug's cabbage worm. She's holding it hostage. Normally I'd have a big problem with this, but cabbage worms are a pest and we usually kill them.


She has managed to feed it, water it, and keep its home clean. Now it is a cocoon. Soon it will be a pretty white cabbage moth.


Ah, the first taste of sunshine. Our raspberries are ripening! PS, I LOVE my camera. I love that I can take food pictures like this by simply pointing and clicking.


Oh, and pictures like this. See her eye? Not my imagination. It started as a huge welt, but light pink. Not tender. She never even noticed it and has NO idea where it came from. As it ripened, it turned lots of berry purple shades of horror, then it has been determined that it is a spider bite. Eh. I guess that is a natural consequence of playing with bugs. No harm done.

Blueberry has been sleeping, eating, and pooping. She weighs over 9 lbs now. Also, her hair is in a natural spiked mohawk thing. It is hilarious. Pictures to come.

That's been our week. That and more rain. MORE RAIN. Gah.