i came home from work to find two of The Girls in the driveway. at some point the wind blew open the door the fenced in chicken run when nobody was home and even though they have a giant whole fenced in yard to explore these two adventurers will find a way out, over or under the fence. who knows how long they were walking around the neighborhood. this is their “OMG WE’RE BUSTED BY THE GIANT GIVER OF FOOD!!!!!!” face.
a more timid barred rock was, true to character, sitting in the chicken run refusing to even consider the possibility of exploring.
years ago, when we first got chickens and i was unaware of how easily they could get around the fence in the yard and how far they’d roam, i came home to discover a policeman and dog catcher had stopped to round up the flock of chickens that had escaped and were blocking traffic in the street.
the police came back the next day and, more nicely than i would have if it were me, let me know it had better not happen again. i was surprised they didn’t charge me a fee
for reasons known only to her frida, er, wolfs her food down so quickly that she can choke on it. to slow her down, we put her food in a muffin tin. it works pretty well, but i wish we could get our muffin tin back
we’ve been thinking of seeing if odin would wear contacts for sports for awhile and even though his glasses drive him crazy, especially during hockey, he’s been reticent for any number of reasons. i guess a big part is that he’s been wearing glasses since he was a year old so it’s all he’s known. he finally agreed to give them a shot and we got a set right before vacation and i think we might have set a record for shortest time between getting the contacts and ripping a contact ( contact fell on the ground while he was trying to put it in and frida decided she’d come investigate the situation and ripped it with her paw ).
we just got another set after getting back from vacation and he’s been practicing putting them and taking them out. i think after he plays hockey once or twice there will be no going back to glasses at least on the rink. not sure what he’ll decide to do for off ice.
when i look into his eyes, i think of his ROP eye surgery and the the time we thought he had a detached retina and the fact that he really shouldn’t have good depth perception of field of vision ( complications of ROP surgery ) so it’s still pretty amazing to me that he’s getting contacts and playing hockey.
both amazed and not amazed that this type of sign still exists in 2015.
one day and 1,400 or so miles later we’re back in the wisconsin where the delicacy found at gas stations is fresh cheese curds instead of salt fish.
camp is on the eastern tip of washington county, maine which is sometimes called the sunrise county because it claims the west quoddy head, which is the easternmost point in the continental u.s.. so, theoretically the sunrise first hits the shores of the u.s. not far from camp.
and why am i up at sunrise? because we’re starting the 1,600 mile drive back to wisconsin! hope to make at least 1,100 miles today.
hayley is caught by surprise when webster unexpectedly bails out of the paddle boat.
in wisconsin gas stations you’ll find cheese curds. In downeast maine if you’re lucky you’ll find dried fish. a.k.a. strip fish or salt fish. I so very much love it and it’s getting harder and harder to find. It’s sort of like a very salty fish jerky. Many thanks to my sister who cleaned out a gas station in jonesport so I could take a bunch home.
i don’t know much about the borzoi breed but if lexi is any indication they are sweet and smart.