Projects & An Update On The Ladies

Well, things have been busy here.  Jake is busy tearing holes in his parents house:

 (Putting in new windows)

And tearing holes in their yard as well:

(Digging out the existing pond)

Digging out the pond to make it bigger, better and more accessible.  Although, the ground here can get a little....muddy.

It took a little work, but eventually Jake and Larry got the Excavator out of the mud and everything is peachy! So don't worry!

Anyway, in my last post, not only did I blatantly lie to you, dear reader (I did not write my promised post yesterday) I also listed our various projects here on the farm.  

I am working on mass production of 'natural' bird houses made of scrap wood and tree bark to sell at a craft fair or two.  This project has a limited time frame; Larry said the bark really comes off the tree well up until June, and then there isn't enough moisture or something so it's not as easy to peel off.  Here's a few pictures to give you an idea of what the finished product looks like:

Cute and earthy, huh? 

And, Jake has been helping me (read, doing the majority of the work) line the interior of the Jeep with Herculiner - some tough stuff that should make it scratch and rust resistant.

And, while all this is going on, I am fighting a losing battle to the weeds and grass in the garden.  All the while the chickies are growing up.  We expect some eggs by late July!  But Larry has a feeling that Brownie may be a Rooster....only time will tell.

 Buttercup

 Becky, the Barred Plymouth Rock

 The two white ones I've named Thelma & Louise.  They are fearless females, let me tell you.

 A blurry Blue Amerucauna - Billie and, wait, is that a ROOSTER in the background??! I paid good money for FEMALES, what kind of crap is this???? (If Brownie really is a Hen, man do we feel bad for questioning her femininity.)

 Oh, there's Becky again. I love her. She's soft.

And speaking of soft, fluffly, silky, meaty, juicy feathery creatures....slurp slurp... NO, BETSY!!! Bad dog! She came very close to snacking on one the other day.  I am no longer allowed to hold Buttercup in my chicken-lovin' arms without fear of her being eaten alive....Don't worry, it won't happen again.