8/12 I found the tiniest peacock feather. It would fit under a pencil eraser. I think the peacocks are building other, smaller peacocks out there. Soon we’ll be ankle-deep in tiny peacocks fanning their tails and flirting with individual rain drops.
7/2 Goofus the Scruffy Teenaged Peacock: almost as pretty as he thinks he is. He still sounds like someone beating a muppet with a squeaky toy inside a giant helium balloon, though. eeeeeeHONK!
Didn’t actually write anything in the farmlog today, oops. Hope I did some work.
12/27/12 I did not write anything in the chore log today. I must have been … uh … working too hard to write anything down. Yes. That is the entirely plausible explanation. For sure. Verily. And forsooth. And stuff.
12/24/12 Fog over the swampy back pasture.
We forgot to take any pictures of the goats in holiday hats this year! Goats in Santa Hats is Lazy Evaluation Ranch’s primary export.
12/19/12 And our two days of snow for the winter are over! Back to So Much Sky Water Didn’t There Used To Be Air In Here Somewhere.
The chickens are cowering in the henhouse. The ducks are conquering the world. The goats are hiding in the hayloft. The everwest is
lurking in the hayloft with camerabravely standing up to the Skywater and doing Very Important Chores. Waxing the ducks! Combing the mushrooms! Rejiggering the Clone Pods! Very important.
8/7 SOUP NOSE THE GOAT 4 LYFE! Yah! (I don’t know what happened to her back horn.)
Did you miss me? :) The Blue Haired Girlfriend’s young siblings have left, so we can finally get some work done and spam y’all with boring chore posts. Whee!
Carpathian Blue Slug (Bielzia coerulans)
Species is endemic to deciduous and coniferous forests in mountains, usually at the bottom, or under dead wood logs, in the Carpathian Mountains in Eastern Europe. This is a slug which is blue when adult and 100 - 140 mm in length. Juveniles are yellowish brown with dark lateral bands. Genitalia are without penis. There is only an accessory organ for copulation. There are 30-80 eggs laid in one clutch.Adults die after egg deposition. Half grown juveniles hibernate. Fully grown slugs appear in May…
(read more: Wikipedia)
Nobody show these photos to the Blue Haired Girlfriend, or she’ll want to start raising them next. (You have no idea how often she borrows my camera and when I get it back it is fully of “cute” slug pictures.) So don’t mention these anywhere she can-um, oops.
2/16/2012 Meh, all my photos today were boring, so have teeny little doodles of farm critters and people with excellently colored hair instead. 1) The Blue Haired Girlfriend trying to get peacocks to sleep on their perch instead of on her head. 2) Worldparade with her vase of lemonade feeding flowers to happy Soup-Nose.
We let the peacocks wander around outside again, but sadly there were no inappropriate peacock flirtations with playground equipment this time.
A Very Bad Goat whose name won’t be mentioned but might rhyme with Foop Hose head-butted a gate while I was reaching through it. Ow.
12/12/2011 Of course the day I forget to charge the camera battery is the one day we get some frost. It must be because I hate to take pictures of the way it luminously limns leaves and lovely lines lintels and leeringly licks limes. Er, not that last bit. Here’s a bluesy sunset instead.
The goats were extra-frisky today. Tess jumped over the cart! Someone must have been feeding them the breakfast of champions.
Um, some advice that is totally not from personal experience (as far as you know, anyway): it is not recommended to use the glassworking torch to melt an icicle blocking the faucet in the barn, and if somehow you find yourself doing such a thing, you probably should not at any point in your zeal to get up around the tap turn the torch upside down.
No, I never had eyebrows, why do you ask?
I have been too swamped to post, with holiday and upcoming scary travel, but here is a most excellent photo card made for unknown evil doom purposes by the musical supervillain solarbird from a photo she took at our Yay The Burn Ban Is Ended Now Time For Very Bad Ideas Party.