We had a foggy Arizona morning this morning. As you can see by this little moose who sits near the front door of the house. We have a family joke regarding moose...it seems when our daughter was in university and in need of buying a used car, somehow we came up with some money to help her get one. As her father gave her the money, and she said thanks, he came out with "Well, Happy Moose Day." It stuck. Now anytime we do something nice unexpectedly for anyone, we call it Moose Day. And this little garden moose with the smile on his face is a reminder to keep having Moose Day for those we love.
Here are the new gates that my DH made for Skittles and his "Little Buddy", Colin. These came after Skittles tore the heck out of welded wire panels we used before. This required a little detective work on my part (and being an old detective, I enjoyed it). What was bothering Skittles was not being in a barn...it was the chickens! Yes, Folks...I have a chicken-hater ram! He would wait until a likely victim would walk close to his pen, then he would lower his head and...WHAM! Now the chickens would just look at him, and I think I heard laughing but I couldn't tell who was laughing...Skittles or the chickens?
You have to understand my chickens. They are rather quite laid-back bird-folk who keep trying to tell me I am their minion, not the other way 'round, you see. I am the one to do their bidding and a few of them are determined they should live in the house with us.Anyway, now I pen the chickens at night and Skittles does not try to ram his way through a pen any longer. I even confirmed my suspicion by watching him in his ram-pen...yup, as soon as a chicken walked by his head went down and , wham! Right into the fenceline at chicken-height. Maybe his mother was frightened by a chicken?
We also have a divider to make two smaller jugs out of this pen. This summer when I have nothing better to do, I will paint the cinderblocks white as we have done in the ewes side of the barn. The white paint made a huge difference in the light as well as "ambiance" of the place.
For the most part, our dusting of snow this morning disappeared leaving in its stead muck. There's no other name for it but "muck". It'll suck the gumboots right off your feet if you're not careful. :)
But the girls seem to like it and dined "al Fresco" this morning.Here's Amanda, wondering if I have those infamous "cookies" in my pocket. After I took the snap she went right back over with the others and pretended that I wasn't there. We servants are not supposed to be seen after we have attended to the needs of our masters, you know.
As for me, I'm going to enjoy the warmish day and wait for Round 2 to start this evening. It will be nice to be inside with a fire going. Anyone up for a cuppa?