Mei-Mei and her 3 Henchicks
This is their first day out in the big world. Their house is 1) close to the road and 2) close to the roos. So, I’ve let them grow up a bit before cutting them loose to become vulture fodder.
Maxie, Son of Gouveia
A handsome boy who is so tame he walks with me in the morning.
Mimi and his Hennies
Mimi was supposed to be a hen. The smartest hen in the world. She used to come to the garden for culls and take them to her sisters. Then one day, I heard her crowing. The next, she grew a big red comb and a huge green tail. Then, Mimi was a rooster.
Cookie, Jackie, Mrs Grey, Tweedy, and Rocky are his hens. Also Red. Red is recovering from a broken foot, from being tackled by the little cur dog who stayed here awhile back. Red is not in the picture, but she is fine.
Raymond, Toby Joe the Unicorn, Sammas, and Rudy
The boys are sad because they are stuck in their dry lot eating hay. They want to come in the yard and have chicken scratch. Oh HA! That’s not going to happen, fellows! Raymond has beautiful horns. So does Bud, Rosie’s ram. Oh, let’s see Bud!
Bud, Provoking all Kinds o Empathy
Yes, this is Bud. He surely knows how to make me feel bad. “Maaa? Lookit? Lookit, Maaa? See? See how sad I am? Maaa?” Holy Hootis. Nope, you are not going to yank my chain and get let into the arugula! No.
Arugula, or that which Bud Covets
If you like arugula, this is a good year.
Roselle, wimpy Lettuce, baby Cabbage, and re-sprouted Indigo
Probably the lamest winter garden I’ve ever grown, except for the gardens of snow which I raised so well in Massachusetts.
We’re ending this chunk of the tour with a photo of stalwart Tedford Boone Bisco. He is my puppacat, who would be sad for a week if I didn’t say, “C’mon Teddy! Time for a walk!”
You may have noticed the absence of ewes in this little patch of pictures. They are all hiding in the blackberry patch this morning. I could see rumpuses, but had no desire to go get my legs all scritchy scratched. It’s a hot humid day, and shorts are it, baby.