Shayah In The Snow

I came out to take a video of the beautiful snow coming down and sweet little Shayah came out to join me. Apparently, her Russian constitution makes her very brave in all that snow.

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Snow Birds

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With the first hefty bit of snowfall that we’ve had–

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the girls had to think about it for a minute before venturing out.

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But it didn’t take long before they realized that it was pretty-much just plain old ground…

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just colder,

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and a bit sticky in spots.
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It helped to put their food bowl out there with a few apple cores–so they’d have a common goal…so to speak.

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Soon enough, they were old pros at this snow business and took off in every direction.

Most likely won’t find any worms today Miss Ruby.

She doesn’t seem to mind.

Pumpkin Party

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When I checked out at the grocery store the cashier said, “Oooooh, what are you going to do with the sugar pumpkin?”

I said, “Huh?”

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She said, “Are you going to make a pie?”

I said, “Ahhhh, no. I’m buying it for some friends.”

She said, “Really?”

I said, “Yep. We’re having a big party.”

She said, “Well one won’t be enough.”

I said, “You’re probably right.”

Giggled all the way home.

Over Achievers

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These little girlies have been working super hard these days.

These super duper jumbo eggs were all layed within a few days of each other. Now, you can’t really tell how big they are here. So I’ll help you.

The one on the right is a normal egg–the kind we get every day.

The magical part about these enormous eggs–aside from the how-the-heck-did-they-DO-that?!– is that when you crack them open…

they have double yokes!!

Soooo…the regular 3 egg omelet becomes a family event!


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I have no idea who’s eggs they were, but they all seem to be walking just fine.

Hahaa. Nice going, girlies!

Eggs~Eggs~Eggs!

Every dang day–this is what we gather in our cute little basket from our even cuter little hens.

And it’s getting to the point that we can merrily share with people  we REALLY like and still have a zillion eggs to eat ourselves. Old Rhenny boy is in scrambled-egg Heaven.

And THAT, my friends, was the goal.

Heh, heh.