Egg watch 2009

One day (about a week or so after the chix moved into the Chalet) The Leghorn started making a ton of noise. All of a sudden, in a "there is a cat trying to eat me" kind of tone.
I could hear her from the inside the kitchen, and walked out to make sure everything was ok.

What I found was an egg. A real egg.
I was egg-static.
It was egg-citing.
I was egg-normously relieved.
We're coming closer to egg-rarian living.
Com'on... bear with me here.
I've been waiting along time for these jokes.
The wait has been egg-scruciating.

Anyways, of course we started with the testing.
We compared our leghorn egg to a store bought egg and also to El Machinist's egg (from a Rhode Island Red).
Our Data:

Our's is a little smaller than both...
but it's her first egg in a long time....
On the inside:
You can see that ours had the darkest yellow yolk and also the highest yolk to egg white ratio. Hopefully they will keep getting bigger.
After the eggs kept coming, we started keeping a tally and this is what we are up to:
Ms. Egghorn is currently on about a 27 hour cycle, so every couple of days she skips the day. As the day time gets shorter, she will slow down more. Maybe when the weather gets warmer we'll be able to share!

Just Wrong.

Location, Location, Location

I just realized that the only difference between "pajamas" and "gym clothes" is your location. If you are in bed, they are "pajamas". If you're at the gym they are "gym clothes". The main difference is the presence of shoes. This brings new possibilities to my life.

Also, is it wrong that I am wearing my new heart monitor at the coffee shop? Mr. Zimny bought one for me, and my first thought was: "huh, I could use this to see how much coffee raises my heart rate."

I guess I could use it at the gym too.
Again, it comes down to location.

Ham In Sheep's Pajamas.

Long ago, a friend from China gave M a pair of pjs ..... she recently found them in her dresser drawer.... and promptly turned in a ham.
When I put them on her, she ran her hands down her chest and proclaimed "pitty!"....which in M speak means "pretty". I could only agree.

End of summer update.#2

Oh, and thanks to El Machinist, the chickens have moved into new digs:















We call it the "Chicken Palace"... or the "Chick Chalet"...it's a place by many names.

It took a bit of maneuvering to get them to use the house part the first night, but now they put themselves to bed by 6:30pm.

Let me put that in perspective for you. THEY SLEEP 10 TO 12 FREAKING HOURS A DAY IN A BRAND NEW HOUSE AND THEY STILL DON'T LAY FREAKING EGGS.




Stay tuned for Egg watch 2009.

End of summer update.#1

I forgot to mention a couple of things from this summer...

First, thanks to cousin Michelle, we've taken canning to whole new level:
That is right - Canning outside! Cousin Michelle gave us an awesome outdoor stove which practically begged me to use it for canning. Let's review the pros and cons.

In conclusion, canning outside is here to stay.

Public Service Announcement #19

Remember kids : "Narcolepsy isn't sleepolepsy." It's a fact.