The Front Porch Swing

Keeps my socks up!
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I can't breathe ...

I think I wore a hole in the flannel sheets this winter, guess I need to mow more often.
 
It is an old dairy farm, so DH and I were talking maybe an ice house to keep the milk cans cool till they were picked up by the dairy. it is about 25 feet from the back of the barn. The little shed is about 500 feet from the house, around the back of the barn, so it seems kinda far for a cellar I think.
DH will be there tomorrow with the house inspector - so he may have a better idea them.
 
Ahahah!!!! Not so fast Missy! What happened at work yesterday? Did you make it through okay by yourself?

Lisa :)
Yeah, how did it go? By the way, I never shave my legs in winter. Acts like Velcro and keeps my socks up. I knew my socks were staying up better this year!
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I have started wearing my boots more often and just thought my boots were keeping them up, but I knew something was different. They used to slip right down the leg and I'd have to untie my boots and roll up my pants in order to fix them.
I actually don't work by myself until tomorrow. Luckily, the shop is closed on weekends. I'm already having those stress-induced nightmares about cutting vinyl and heat-pressing shirts, though. It's pretty much the only physical thing I know how to do there, so my mind is making them out to be worse.
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I'm just gonna pray and get there early to open up and practice. I am taking a shirt and using their scrap materials to make sure I know how to do everything. I just wish they had clear prices that I could quote out to customers. Because he doesn't do pricing like a normal person/business, I have to call him whenever a customer comes by. He even told me to excuse my inability to quote things by saying "I'm new". What the heck?! That was the first thing I was told to never do and now he's turning it upside down. I was very displeased with him for saying that. However, I'm gonna be a duck about this and let it roll right off me. Hmph.

To deal with the stress, I spent time with the chooks today. They sure know how to relax me!


Salazar, also known as New Year's Eve chick. He's one lucky guy! Once they are old enough, he'll have his own little harem to care for. All these chicks are being watched over by him and I'm pretty sure he's the one that keeps them warm on nights when it's a little chilly. I've seen the smaller chicks disappear under his wings like he's a broody hen, haha!


These guineas are a hoot! They just watch you like little hawks when they realize you're the one holding the food.


My only bantam cochin hen, now that Mama the Partridge Cochin has passed. I hope she goes broody this year. She's a sweetie and I think she'd make a good mother. Ignore her dirty feathers, though. She'd just gotten into the fermented feed, haha!


The Wyandottes are natural caretakers, it seems. This little Wyandotte roo was sleeping over the smaller chick.


I just thought that it was so funny that they were all facing in the same direction, sorted by size, haha!


George and some of the hens hanging out beneath the grapefruit tree. It was windy today, so they wanted to rest after eating.


Look at this trio! From left to right:

A Black Australorp/Rhode Island Red mix. She lays huge eggs and got scalped as a chick, hence the funny head feathers.
Granny: a little NN mutt. Not sure what she is a mix of other than NN. She just looks like a grandmother, though, so she's a keeper!
Che, our handicapped Indian runner. He's just weird.


It's Sandy! She's a German Shepherd/Boxer mix. She was pretty sick as a puppy and nearly didn't make it, but she's now 11 years old and still going strong. I had just finished giving her a belly rub, though, so she was pretty sleepy.

We got really lucky with her. Her mother and father were both great dogs, but they weren't good around other animals. They had both killed cats and goats (our own, not someone else's). We rehomed them with people who didn't have other animals, but not until after they'd had puppies. Sandy, miraculously, hasn't been a violent dog around other animals. She watches the flock, keeps the yard free of dangerous pests, and always alerts us when strangers are near. I hope she sticks around awhile longer. I don't think any dog could replace her.


I'd be really pleased with myself too if I was that flexible, hehe!


This is Rosie! My Mom found her by my grandma's house, walking through the streets. They brought her home, I bathed her and she's been here since. She's got so many little quirks, one being that she likes to suck on her foot. It relaxes her, though, so I don't even care. She had a litter awhile back and I still have one of her pups named Kimchi. Kimchi was locked away in puppy jail, though, for eating the chicken feed.
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Welcome to the porch!! :hugs Kansas, checkin' in!!! :woot I love this pic....very much all about old farms and brings back memories of my granny's farm where all the barns and buildings were that silvered, weathered old wood, as well as all the fenceposts. Pull up a chair and sit a spell....listen to Blooie's stories but don't have a drink in your mouth. We've been cleaning up the spewed sweet tea but the floor still seems a little tacky from it all...starting to attract sweet ants! Here ya go, Blooie...... [/quote Umm there goes my sweet tea spewed rt off the porch :lau
 

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