The Flock

We arrive at the middle of the week with severe thunderstorms moving through the area this evening.  The 5 chicks that have been occupying our time left yesterday.  They joined a bigger flock that were hatched in the classroom of an elementary school and we figure they are a little more than a week older than "my chicks."  The children at their new home were excited to meet the new additions.

Taking care of the chicks was a good experience, and I am looking forward to having my own little flock when the time is right. But until that right time comes, I'm content to read about yours, and care for my flock that has 4 legs.

~Sheba, left and Annie~

Coming Home to Roost

The old adage that goes, "all chickens come home to roost," as you may know, usually means that you have to face the consequences of your mistakes. I'm not sure if that's what has happened at Golden Pines or not.  But yesterday the owner of the five chicks that I was caring for last week (see my previous post) contacted me because she was unable to find anyone to take them after the BlogPaws conference and she asked if I would take them. Of course I agreed to take them back, and I picked them up last evening.  Living in a farming community, I easily found a new home for all of them.  They will be with us until Tuesday.

I'm thinking that Todd is okay with that.

I think Charlie is too.

And so is Josh.

I wonder if the chicks are?       

BlogPaws and Mother Hens

My week has been consumed by the arrival of something totally different than I've ever had before--baby chicks, can you believe it?  As a favor to someone from out of town who is attending the nearby BlogPaws conference this weekend, I agreed to accept a shipment of 5 chicks for her.  The chicks arrived via the US mail on the coldest day of the week.  And I don't know about you, but when I find myself caring for something that I've not had before, I find it very, very nerve-wracking! When I said I would keep the chicks I had no idea everything that I would need to care for them.  Thankfully a vet-tech at the office where I take the dogs loaned me everything I needed and she even gave me chick-crumbles for them to eat.  The doctor I work for allowed me to keep them at the office, and the girls at work and I enjoyed being Mother-Hens to our chicks, and yes they were given names.      

But because the office is cleaned by someone who sometimes brings his children, I brought them home for a night to keep them safe.  The dogs all loved them, and Charlie couldn't take his eyes off of them as they stayed under the warming light on top of our dryer. 

But all good things have to come to an end and this afternoon they were given to their owner "Flea" for her display at BlogPaws.  So if you are attending the conference and pass by the booth for Jones Natural Chews, stop and admire the 5 chicks there, I've no doubt that you'll be as taken by them as my co-workers and I were.  The whole experience has convinced me that I need to get chicks of our very own.

But given that Todd has a feather in his mouth, I wonder if he's telling me what he thinks about that?  

Understanding Cissy

Can you believe we've had Cissy for 52 days now?  What a difference in her in such a short period of time. Terribly dry, infected black skin now looks healthy and is silky and soft to the touch.  Hair is starting to grow back everywhere, including on her tail!  As for her appetite, she is not a dog that lives to eat, but rather eats to live.  She doesn't care about treats, but has decided that "squeeze cheese" in a can is pretty good, even if it does have pills hidden in it.

I've no doubt whatsoever that Cissy feels right at home with us.  She has even claimed one of the dog beds as her very own.  And as you can see from the picture above, she is still (of course) letting us know her opinion about everything. But interesting, at least to me, is that she doesn't feel the need to really share these thoughts with Carl, who has tried to get her to 'speak' to him.  I told him it's because she doesn't think that as a man he understands her, she may be right, I don't know.  But as you can see in the video below, she thinks I understand her perfectly, and I think she's right.