I'm glad that I'm coming across as happy; the truth is that most of the time, I'm not. But I try to see the good stuff and try not to whine; although it's getting harder and harder every damn day. Maybe I'll address that some other day.
On the bright side, we do have more feathered friends in our little wanna-be farm: we have about 15 Buff Orpington chicklets out in the container shed, along with five little ducklets. Jim made ingenius use of a truck bed box that was not being used to house them in until they are big enough to go outside. Luka has been very good and very protective of them; when I go out there and pick one up and they start peeping away, she runs in to see what's wrong. Here are a few pictures of her with them:
Oh, and I just HAD to post these next pictures; when Jim went and got the very first chickens and brought them home, Brusier and Luka had been hanging out in my room. One of my windows looks out directly upon the area across the driveway where the pens are, and Brusier was beside himself trying to get a look out the window. Finally he jumped up on my desk chair to get a better look:
Sis and Les have been down south for the past week and a half. Les is staying with his brother in Vancouver, and Sis caught the crud from Sal and was sicker than a dog. She was so sick that she could not come home last week, so they all just stayed down there again. It's been quiet here without everyone! Sis had a dream last night that Brusier wouldn't come to her because he didn't recognize her anymore. So sad.
Since they've been gone, Mrs. Weenie and Snoopy sleep in Jim's room with him (since they are his dogs), and Brusier, GiGi and Sam sleep with me. Actually, I should say that they allow me to sleep in the bed with them. It's like sleeping with three toddlers in the bed - they all sleep sideways, diagonally, and every which way they can to keep me on the outside 3-1/2" of the bed without pillows. If Sammie gets in the bed before me, I'm screwed. Trying to shift him is like trying to shift a 500lb bag of wet cement. But, he and I are now super snuggle buddies, and he follows me all around the house. Where ever I am, there he is; at my feet, on my lap, or in a bed or on the floor nearby.