Been busy gardening and such when I get home from school. Tutoring is pretty much on hiatus for now, although two of my clients want to continue through July and August, etc. Also got a call from a girl I tutor SAT with - she's got a client for us, starting in August.
I've had all the girls outside for the last few afternoons. The babies were so stinky, I put them in a dog crate in the coop. So now I have three separate flocks. The big girls are up on the roost, the little girls have gone back to their cozy corner and the babies are in the dog crate. Oh, why can't we all just get along?? I guess sooner or later, when they all get used to free-ranging together, they'll mix. Or not.
I'm going to take pictures of the babies. I think 2 of the 3 Light Sussex are roos, and the only White Orpington also. But one of the Light Sussex looks like a pullet to me (at least in comparison to the other 2) so after all that I still got a girl. That puts me at 11. I think I should have an even dozen, don't you? Exchequer Leghorn? Coronation Sussex? White Orpington?
I've been on an emotional roller coaster lately. I don't know whether to be sad or happy that the year is finally over. I'm terrified of doing nothing, but excited about the possibilities of free time. I just ordered like 6 quilt patterns from Grit, Bobby's going to teach me to play the piano, and I just found the hands-down cutest crocheted chick pattern of all time. (Heather, I found a nice set of egg cozies, but need to tweak the pattern/yarn combo. I want them to be perfect!)
I also took a book out of the library. My mother recommended it. It's called "Life, Love and Elephants". Now if I could only stop falling out of the hammock, I'd be all set...
