The worm turned.

Or, more specifically, the butt-head rooster, Peckito, turned into a jerk.  He's been giving me the Hairy Eyeball for a while now and making little he-man runs at me.  He also has been beating the snot out of Bunny and is hard on the hens.  It was just a matter of time.

Spurred!

When I went into the coop yesterday to gather eggs before my egg-eater got to them (she's next on the list), I heard him coming and wheeled around, throwing my hand up in front of my face.  Bugger.
I grabbed him by the ankle, whacked him a few times and jettisoned him over the high fence.  He's on his own.


Saturday brought snow, sleet, rain, snow, more sleet and more snow.  My seed-starting workshop was postponed until next week, darnit.  We were all a little melancholy.

Spring, where art thou?

Luckily, we only had to get through Saturday to get a little teensy taste of what spring is actually like.  The sun came out, the breezes were soft and we all went a little crazy - me, with my rake and shovel; the dogs - just crazy.  Aleve has become my best friend.  I met a friend for breakfast early in the morning in a quaint little village near where I used to live.  It has become completely "precious", as in expensive and exclusive.  Too bad.  However, the one bright spot (besides my Maggie), is the yarn shop.  Oh, be still my heart.  It is becoming apparent that I need adult supervision in yarn shops. 


I made it back home in time to change to shoveling clothes and trotted out to the sheep yard.  Where I shoveled.  And shoveled.  And did more shoveling.  My lord, can that llama produce the beans!  I raked, too, and started to set  up my big composting area - which has to be finished before the coop-cleaning can commence.  By the time I'm finished, I will be awash in compost.  How nice!  I dragged out all the Christmas tree skeletons from the sheep yard, too, and surveyed the encroaching erosion problem in the back.  I think I have devised a plan for at least holding it back until a more permanent solution can be arrived at. 


I also did my weekend cooking sans the planned bread-baking, as Maggie and I had breakfast at one of my favorite little bakery/eateries that has specialized in Gluten Free baking.  I picked up two loaves of GF bread that is locally made and cheaper than grocery-store GF bread.  I was/am a happy camper.  Thanks to my glut of eggs, I made an asparagus/mushroom/onion quiche with a potato crust.  Yummers!  I also made the chicken rolls again - I think that is now my favorite way to each chicken. 


This week is chock-full of early morning errands - starting with having had to be in the office early to reprogram all our phones.  The IT guy started in on, "and then you need to pull up the ITL files and wipe them via the Ethernet gobbledygook..."  When he asked me if I had any questions, I said, "Yes, I don't understand anything after "and then you need".  Please put it in very, very, very basic language.  Sheesh.  Anyhow, it seems that everything has gone without a hitch, except for one phone.  There's always one.  Tuesday I have to take a friend to the train in the city by 8A, which means leaving my house at 7A.  At least I will be able to leave early, since they are adamantly against overtime.  As am I.  I'm hoping that there will be enough non-rain/snow weather when I get home this week to enable me to start on some outdoor projects.  Time's awastin!