The Omega Rocks: The Last & Ultimate Barred Plymouth Rock Flock

[speckledhen]

Today I went hiking to see if I could find the wounded doe. I crisscrossed the entire lower lots through the woods but couldn't find her. When I left the main property and went through the chain link gate to the other lots, Angus and his girls wanted to follow me. It took me about 15-20 min to go down and around the entire 3+ mostly wooded acres, but I didn't see her at all. When I got back, Angus met me at the gate. I saw him see me as I approached from the side of the pasture lot. He seemed a little concerned or confused as to why I was down there. Bodie used to do that; he'd wait for me to get back.
My older son went with me to the barn to see Angus. He said, "Whoa, he's massive!" When I told him that Angus was as large as Bash, Michael said he's bigger than Bash. He is with Bash in the twilight of his life, for sure, but I don't know that Bash was ever that broad.

 

[speckledhen]

It was raining all day long. The doe is still missing, but the corn I left in her hidden bedding spot is gone; doesn't mean she ate it because we have so many deer that live here, but I can hope. I hope she shows up again, but I have my doubts. I don't mind if someone took the chance to put her down, but I wish I knew what happened to her. I hate mysteries.
The chickens stayed inside all day of course so not much to do with them. Angus is jumping out of his skin to go outside, but he had to miss out today. Ethel is being harassed constantly by Hazel and Hannah so she sits away from them most of the time. Her neck is so bare with this early molt.
I wrote a lot on my #2 book in the new fiction series that began with Irises in September as the first one, got up to 25K words in the first nine chapters so a lot of progress made, seemed a good rainy day activity. I hoped to have it out in print by the end of December, but the aggregator pulled a deadline for changes or newly published works to Dec 8. The proof copy will be here tomorrow or Tues so there is no time to change anything, then leave 7 days for it to definitely take effect before I hit the publish button. I'll still submit it as soon as I can, but it will probably be out after January 1. Oh, well, whatever...
I am still wondering what to do on our anniversary. My husband always loved the chicken strip basket with fries and country gravy at Dairy Queen, so maybe I'll just take him there. I can have the big fish sandwich and remove the bun or just go for broke. Ooh, living large, aren't we? I guess I'll report what we ended up doing at the end of Friday.
Adding tonight: I may have convinced him to go to Longhorn for the lunch menu, cheaper but the same foods. We may change our minds three times before Friday.

 

[1muttsfan]

Happy anniversary

 

[speckledhen]

Thanks, Mary

 

[Rusty Hills Farm]

Hope you had a good'un!

 

[speckledhen]

Thanks, our anniversary is tomorrow. We have gone back and forth and back and forth about going somewhere or doing something special. By the time we'd talked about it for a week, we were just over it. I had the brilliant idea to see if after all these years, some pizza place delivered here. Nope, no such luck. We're still in No Man's Land and the ones in town or either 2-stars or insanely expensive-one even has a Chef Igor... in my podunk mountain town.
I think we've about decided to buy one of the Walmart's best Meat Lover's pizzas and pile on even more goodies (we have some Italian sausage and pepperoni left over from the one my husband made for me on my birthday).
I will make a chocolate (or lemon) cheesecake for us, crustless, no sugar, for dessert. I love cheesecake and can eat it occasionally on my mostly carnivore lifestyle. And we'll be ourselves, the hermits that we naturally are. We spent 50 years being thrifty and it's a habit that, though more people should adopt, we can't un-adopt it. Are we pathetic or what?

In Omega Rock news, my husband went to let out the group instead of me day before yesterday, which is rare. He said he thought Angus was going to attack him. I said no way. He said, yeah, he thought he was trying to attack him through the fence. Then, I knew what was happening. It's the Angus Routine.
Every morning, when I turn on the lights as I go down the barn aisle, Angus paces back and forth following along his front wall with me (half wall, plywood on bottom up 2' and welded wire the rest of the way up), acting like he's a powder keg about to explode.
If I bend down to say, "Hey, Angus, how's my boy?" he'll run close to the front fence and look right up at me, dancing like a lunatic, back and forth. He does this routine every...single...morning. As soon as I open their pen and stand back, he shoots out and begins to turn in circles, the Angus tapdance, trying to get the girls as they try to fun past him. He is so full of energy, he literally turns around and around in small circles repeatedly until I say, "Angus, go outside already!" Then, he runs out the door, then sometimes back in if one pullet is still inside waiting for the explosion to be over before she risks it. Every morning, when you open the pen, it's like opening a 2 ltr bottle of shaken cola every day. I am used to it, but my husband isn't.
I'm becoming so fond of Angus, he'd better never disappoint me! He's been really good, but he is not Bash, not laid back or cuddly-affectionate, but also non-aggressive, even if it appears he is from the outside looking in.

 

[Hillbilly Hen]

Happy anniversary however you celebrate. What's important is that y'all celebrate together. 50 years? My hubby and I just celebrated our 38th anniversary on the 26th. We got married on Thanksgiving Day. We went to our favorite Chinese restaurant an hour away.

 

[speckledhen]

Thirty eight ain't chopped liver, Laura. Good for you. We used to eat Chinese a lot over the years. The closest we've been in the past eight years or so is buying the General Tso's boneless chicken wings at Walmart. Now, after not eating carbs for a long time, they are far too sweet. He'll get them and I'll skip them.

 

[Mother of Chaos]

Thanks, our anniversary is tomorrow. We have gone back and forth and back and forth about going somewhere or doing something special. By the time we'd talked about it for a week, we were just over it. I had the brilliant idea to see if after all these years, some pizza place delivered here. Nope, no such luck. We're still in No Man's Land and the ones in town or either 2-stars or insanely expensive-one even has a Chef Igor... in my podunk mountain town.
I think we've about decided to buy one of the Walmart's best Meat Lover's pizzas and pile on even more goodies (we have some Italian sausage and pepperoni left over from the one my husband made for me on my birthday)...

My weekly easy-fix and astonishingly unhealthy meal does the same thing, adding to a frozen pizza. I use Freschetta's Brick Oven 3-meat pizza (the square one that some nutritionist says is five servings; how exactly does one do that ).

I have a pizza stone, and while I'm nuking it in the oven on 500º, I slice up red bell pepper, onion, and mushrooms and sauté them a bit in a non-stick pan with barely any olive oil. Then I spread them on the frozen pizza with anything weird my husband wants that day on his half (anchovies, ugh), slide the pizza on the stone, and it's cooked in 12 minutes. Fantastic crust.

Note: the correct number of servings is two, sliced right
down the middle. Urp.

 

[speckledhen]

I agree on servings! Do they think mice eat those things? A 2" slice ain't gonna cut it! I just have to be careful of adding too much cheese because this is going to upset my stomach as it is, being a combination of ingredients with tomato sauce and cheese. Since I stopped eating almost all carbohydrates years ago, I am more sensitive to how I'm feeling. I can pinpoint what caused me issues, whereas in the past, I guess I didn't feel great and because it was the norm, it was just the way it was. Pizza is not the worst thing to eat other than the crust, though. It's ketovore, if not carnivore, but the quality of ingredients in frozen ones is questionable and the crust is the worst. Who knows where all that stuff came from?

If my husband could walk around or drive for long, we would probably do something that didn't involve food.