The Old Folks Home

[Cynthia12]

C'mon,

lady, you know that I lead with my heart.

Perhaps it's true that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach?

I was wondering how I could go there and be funny... you beat me to it.

 

[bamachicks8]

smores

 

[Bunnylady]

Quote:

I was wondering how I could go there and be funny... you beat me to it.

For an old guy, he's still pretty quick on the draw!

 

[gryeyes]

bamachick, those are only HALVES of smores - you gotta squish them marshmallows between another graham cracker. And in MY house, another square of chocolate, too.

 

[stonykill]

for me it isn't a smore unless you 1st set the marshmallow on fire

. Them blow it out and melt the chocolate with the crusty ashes

. Delish

 

[stonykill]

and forget the grahm cracker. Hershey bar, burnt marshmallow, hershey bar

 

[bamachicks8]

yes I added the top Graham cracker when they finished and Stoney we defiantly burn them when cooking On a fire but it was raining.today so no fire they we're still delicious!

 

[gryeyes]

Punkin has been taking her chicks outside into the garden every day since they were two days old. (<I>Squeee!</i> Cotton balls with beaks and legs running around! Freaking adorable!)

Anyway, each evening I help her get them back inside, as they cannot yet jump up onto the deck steps when she wants to bring them inside. It is a cooperative effort; she calls them to her, I pick up the chicks, she goes up the steps without being at all distressed, and I set the 3 babies on the deck. They follow her inside the house.

Sometimes I only catch two right away and set them on the deck. Punkin takes them inside and returns to call the third chick so I can capture it more easily.

Then they all troop through the office and into the living room to settle into the dog bed. It has been very warm the past two days, so the chicks don't stay under her until much later in the evening. They just crash up against her, falling asleep almost immediately. Punkin pants until she cools down.

Beth roosts and sleeps on the audio bar across the TV table.

Sparkle now roosts on the little wooden stool I placed on a plastic tablecloth covering the round coffee table. Her four chicks join her, jockeying for position, because there's not much space on that stool. It takes them a while to settle, precariously. Sparkle is now allowing them much more autonomy; sometimes I imagine she's tired of having them "need" her to sleep against at night.

She has also started squatting for me again, so I think her mothering session - for these chicks - is coming to an end soon.

 

[Teila]

The Aussie in the room wanders off to Google to look up 'Smores'

 

[Teila]

The Aussie in the room wanders off to Google to look up 'Smores'

Back and I have to say, yummmo!