I know, I know, I'm way behind on posting pictures and still haven't named the chickens.
Thanks for all the name suggestions, here and on FB. Quite a few are under consideration. It needs to be a family decision and Phil is too busy to be bothered with picking names right now. Phil can be rude sometimes. He doesn't understand ya'll are on the edge of your seats waiting to find out the names we pick. I understand though because I care about all of YOU. In the meantime I'm still running around calling the chickens "hey".
Phil has also realized recently that he is occasionally mentioned on the blog here.
This is not exactly a good thing.
Now he's actively trying to get a blog mention. Its almost like he's auditioning.
His "auditions" include creating imaginary fights than bellowing "blog that one"
Let's see, he also created a really big pile of laundry and named it. Ummm, how original babe. Already blogged that but thanks for the "new" material. And thanks for the extra day of having to do laundry. really.
There's more. I won't embarrass him further.
Oh man, I hope I didn't just encourage him further.
Or tick him off. He's already got me sleeping with one eye open. Ever since last week when I told him I was feeling depressed and he replied by telling me "depression hurts. depression hurts everybody." I punched him so he could feel the hurt of my depression and told him he was lucky I hadn't stabbed him. 30 minutes later he's in the kitchen sharpening his knives. He says he was sharpening them in preparation for hunting season. Really? Oh yeah, I'm sure that timing was all just coincidence.
Just to be safe here's a picture of him being nice.
On a positive note all four chickens are now laying eggs. That means we get about two dozen eggs a week. I will never have to pay for eggs again.
Thanks for all the name suggestions, here and on FB. Quite a few are under consideration. It needs to be a family decision and Phil is too busy to be bothered with picking names right now. Phil can be rude sometimes. He doesn't understand ya'll are on the edge of your seats waiting to find out the names we pick. I understand though because I care about all of YOU. In the meantime I'm still running around calling the chickens "hey".
Phil has also realized recently that he is occasionally mentioned on the blog here.
This is not exactly a good thing.
Now he's actively trying to get a blog mention. Its almost like he's auditioning.
His "auditions" include creating imaginary fights than bellowing "blog that one"
Let's see, he also created a really big pile of laundry and named it. Ummm, how original babe. Already blogged that but thanks for the "new" material. And thanks for the extra day of having to do laundry. really.
There's more. I won't embarrass him further.
Oh man, I hope I didn't just encourage him further.
Or tick him off. He's already got me sleeping with one eye open. Ever since last week when I told him I was feeling depressed and he replied by telling me "depression hurts. depression hurts everybody." I punched him so he could feel the hurt of my depression and told him he was lucky I hadn't stabbed him. 30 minutes later he's in the kitchen sharpening his knives. He says he was sharpening them in preparation for hunting season. Really? Oh yeah, I'm sure that timing was all just coincidence.
Just to be safe here's a picture of him being nice.
On a positive note all four chickens are now laying eggs. That means we get about two dozen eggs a week. I will never have to pay for eggs again.
