Damn you chickens!

They have outsmarted me.

I used to get like 10 eggs a day, but a couple weeks ago that dropped off a bit, then lately I’ve been getting 5-6 eggs a day. Even with the dog and cats helping, that’s a LOT OF EGGS, so I wasn’t too heartbroken, just a little puzzled in the back of my mind. Then my friend Jen mentioned how she was moving hay around and found a cache of 2 dozen eggs in between some bales, and I sort of started wondering…

I found the eggs today.

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This is possibly the worst picture I’ve ever taken. I turned the flash on, stuck my arm underneath the chicken coop, and barely got a picture of the huge pile of eggs they’ve stashed under there. I am going to have to go out during the day and rip off a couple of boards from the base of the stupid coop and dig out all those eggs.

I will just crack them one at a time in the yard, and the ones that don’t reek will get scrambled up for Cersei. I don’t think this has been going on long enough for the eggs to go off – eggs are amazingly resilient, and it’s only been a bit warmer during the day than a sucky fridge. I mean, I don’t even refrigerate eggs anymore – I never have eggs that are more than three days old, and they’re fine on the counter for a week or more. (Ok, I never have eggs in the house that are more than three days old.)

Curses. Outsmarted by birdbrains.

I’m still not stylish

No less than four of you misguided people have given this to me. I am the opposite of stylish!

There are 4 duties to perform to receive this award:

1. Thank and link back to the person who awarded you this award
2. Share 7 things about yourself
3. Award 15 recently discovered great bloggers
4. Contact these bloggers and tell them about the award.

Thanks to (in reverse chronological order of awarding) Brown Eyed Cowgirls, Gabriella Elise, Mare, and in2paints. I’m sure I’ve talked about some of this before, but after three years you run out of interesting new facts to disclose.

  1. I’m serious, I’m the opposite of stylish. My husband buys my clothes. I don’t mean he gives me the money – I mean he constantly orders stuff he thinks I’ll look good in, because left to my own devices I wear the same things til they get holes in them, then wear them around the house til they get BIG holes.
  2. I have had the same blush/eye makeup since I got married. The first time. In 2000. That’s how little makeup I wear.
  3. I am a gun person – .40 S&W M&P. There are a thousand passionate and articulate gun bloggers who explain why better than I do, but the tl;dr is: I’m worth it. I value my own life enough to fight for it if god forbid I ever have to.
  4. I think I have the most eclectic music collection of anyone I’ve ever met. From the Statler Brothers* to Clutch to Lady Gaga to Social Distortion to Ratatat to Gangstagrass. Inevitably, whenever anyone comes over to the house or gets in my truck, a type of music they hate is playing. I broaden horizons, I guess. :)
  5. I hate pears. I think they are sickly-sweet and grainy. Whenever people give me pears, yes, even those amazing Harry & David pears, I feed them to Dixie. (She really loves them though, so please keep giving them to me!)
  6. At one point, I could deadlift 220 lbs. Then I pulled a groin muscle and took some time off and, well, you know how that goes…
  7. I don’t wear dresses. I caught the eye of my husband by wearing a dress, so the purpose of dresses is complete. Skirts count as dresses for the purposes of this discussion. My legs are properly wrapped in cloth at all times.
There’s no way I’ll come up with 15 new blogs, but I do solemnly promise that tonight I will update my sidebars with all the new stuff I’ve found recently.
With that said, here’s one that Karen Chaton showed me two days ago – I like the name of it! It seemed like a good idea at the time
And here’s a UK hoof care blog – Rockley Farm
Rafikah Rose is about to move her horse to her, so she should post more soon
If you’re a history nerd, you will enjoy the (NWS!) Got Medieval
And again, history nerds will like (also not entirely appropriate for work) Hark, A Vagrant!
I think I’ve mentioned it before, but I can’t get enough of TYWKIWDBI.
That’s all I got. Click through and look at my sidebar. Tonight. Or tomorrow morning, cause I’m west coast so my idea of “tonight” might be well past yours. I got to get off this timewaster and do something with my floor.
*So what did happen to Randolph Scott?

I’m still not stylish

No less than four of you misguided people have given this to me. I am the opposite of stylish!

There are 4 duties to perform to receive this award:

1. Thank and link back to the person who awarded you this award
2. Share 7 things about yourself
3. Award 15 recently discovered great bloggers
4. Contact these bloggers and tell them about the award.

Thanks to (in reverse chronological order of awarding) Brown Eyed Cowgirls, Gabriella Elise, Mare, and in2paints. I’m sure I’ve talked about some of this before, but after three years you run out of interesting new facts to disclose.

  1. I’m serious, I’m the opposite of stylish. My husband buys my clothes. I don’t mean he gives me the money – I mean he constantly orders stuff he thinks I’ll look good in, because left to my own devices I wear the same things til they get holes in them, then wear them around the house til they get BIG holes.
  2. I have had the same blush/eye makeup since I got married. The first time. In 2000. That’s how little makeup I wear.
  3. I am a gun person – .40 S&W M&P. There are a thousand passionate and articulate gun bloggers who explain why better than I do, but the tl;dr is: I’m worth it. I value my own life enough to fight for it if god forbid I ever have to.
  4. I think I have the most eclectic music collection of anyone I’ve ever met. From the Statler Brothers* to Clutch to Lady Gaga to Social Distortion to Ratatat to Gangstagrass. Inevitably, whenever anyone comes over to the house or gets in my truck, a type of music they hate is playing. I broaden horizons, I guess. :)
  5. I hate pears. I think they are sickly-sweet and grainy. Whenever people give me pears, yes, even those amazing Harry & David pears, I feed them to Dixie. (She really loves them though, so please keep giving them to me!)
  6. At one point, I could deadlift 220 lbs. Then I pulled a groin muscle and took some time off and, well, you know how that goes…
  7. I don’t wear dresses. I caught the eye of my husband by wearing a dress, so the purpose of dresses is complete. Skirts count as dresses for the purposes of this discussion. My legs are properly wrapped in cloth at all times.
There’s no way I’ll come up with 15 new blogs, but I do solemnly promise that tonight I will update my sidebars with all the new stuff I’ve found recently.
With that said, here’s one that Karen Chaton showed me two days ago – I like the name of it! It seemed like a good idea at the time
And here’s a UK hoof care blog – Rockley Farm
Rafikah Rose is about to move her horse to her, so she should post more soon
If you’re a history nerd, you will enjoy the (NWS!) Got Medieval
And again, history nerds will like (also not entirely appropriate for work) Hark, A Vagrant!
I think I’ve mentioned it before, but I can’t get enough of TYWKIWDBI.
That’s all I got. Click through and look at my sidebar. Tonight. Or tomorrow morning, cause I’m west coast so my idea of “tonight” might be well past yours. I got to get off this timewaster and do something with my floor.
*So what did happen to Randolph Scott?

How did he do it?

I mean really? How did that man stay in the saddle?

He’s not leaning forward. He’s not hanging on to the reins. He’s not even gripping with his legs!

Was it a trick saddle with a high cantle and good roughout seat?

I think the top photo is Trigger Jr, the TWH – Allen’s Gold Zephyr. :)