Here I sit at 12:30 in the morning. My stress level too high to sleep. Oh well, I get an awful lot of work done this time of night. On to other, much more interesting news.
The snow is gone, except for a few last snowballs hiding in the really shady parts of our yard. But really, while they look like snow in the dark, it's probably more of the paper Jake has been stealing out of the recycling bin and shredding all over the place. Bad puppy!
So, what does the title of this post mean you ask? It means that Mary finally started crowing. Of course, I can't change her (um, his?) name as I'm so used to calling him Mary. So we've been using Mr. Mary since Wednesday. I'm pretty sure Maggie is really a mister too. That'll learn me to buy unsexed chicks. Oh well. I found a nice guy with 12 acres on Ebey Island to take them both tomorrow. Hopefully his place isn't as ghetto as it sounded on the phone. If it is, then off to the Marysville Co-op they go to be rehomed. I could hear Mary all the way down the block this morning. I'm sure the neighbors are NOT pleased.
David, the gentleman that's supposed to be taking them, has agreed to trade me 1 of his 30 bantam hens. I'm hopeful that I can talk him into two, even if I have to buy the second as I think even numbers are better. He thinks he has a Serama (called it a Japanese bantam), if so I definitely want her as she would be Agnes' size. Then a second more Pru's size to round it all out. And the chicken drama continues. We'll have to dream up more names tomorrow afternoon.
Speaking of tomorrow, we're going to see a Silvertips game tomorrow night. I'm looking forward to it. Hockey games always remind me of growing up in MN. And then Sunday M's company has it's first ever real holiday party. Normally the owner just takes them all out for drinks the Friday before Christmas. But this year he's springing for a nice dinner out for all the spouses. Sounds good to me!
More to come tomorrow, including pics of the (hopefully) new hens.
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