Rain Again

Well at least I had several days free from rain...only to arrive here on the last day of February to be greeted with 10 days og coming rain....Any thought of painting to chicken coop is on hold for the moment...the pathetic look of the Alpacas rips at my heart...I would have all the animals in the house if that husband of mine would let me....our 1935 farmhouse is stout and I am certain could hold the 5000 pounds ( collective weight of all animals) I have insisted that I could live in a barn....I can see it now, the first floor would have all the animals in huge pens and the second floor open loft style living quarters looking down upon our herd. Three sides of upper area would be 1)kitchen/ dining room 2) huge bedroom / huge bathroom 3) Livingroom... As you can see I have put a great deal of thought into this...

My Mane

So here it is feed free hair!!! Several friends told me that I always seem to have feed entangled in my hair...I spent twenty minutes getting it all out from last nights feeding. 

Reindeer

I figured that since my hubby will not agree to a camel that he might allow me to have a small herd of reindeer....How can he say No to this cute pair...Momma is halter trained and pulls a sleigh! How will he be able to say NO?????

chicken little

Yes folks that is a huge flock of chickens spelling out EAT BEEF w an arrow pointing towards the cattle in the back ground.....

Finally Saturday

I realize, much to my horror that I am up at 3:34 am , meaning that the coffee is not ready. I do not want to reset the pot timer to 330am as I will then start getting up at that hour. yikks! I do not sleep enough as it is. I know the reason I am up so early , my sister (Sonny) is coming to visit... My parents have not seen or met her baby boy....My sis lives in Spain with her hubby, daughter and new baby son. So today will be very busy. I spent most of last week cleaning the ranch from all the wind damage and getting the new chicken coop up. Here in the Pacific Northwest we tend to have flies when you have livestock.... I hate chemicals, mostly due to my allergies so we use chickens to combat the bugs...And we do love fresh eggs. I am tired of going to the chicken lady three blocks away for her eggs at a whopping $2.50 a dozen.. So I drove to Lake Stevens to Carlton farms and met up with Reed and we picked out three nice hens...At a cost of $3 each, two Black Banties and a Red. We normally start off with five but I am waiting to get a couple more from a friend. Anyway the house has not gotten my energies the last week and I have to get it cleaned...Unlike my sister we do not have maids...Sonny has told her daughter that her Auntie and Uncle have a zoo. I could understand ranch or farm but zoo? Well I figure that they have seen Alpacas at the zoo and that is why it is referred to as a small zoo. Dinner is at 2pm at mom & dad's and my younger sister Randie and my Auntie and Uncle and the boys will all descend on my parents house. No one would dare to not come for my mums divine cooking. The fact is my mother is the best cook ever. I have never had a bad supper at home ever.... My husband thanks her for teaching me to cook...Hubby informed me I was the second best cook next to mom.... Anyway the day will be crazy for me .......But I will be rewarded by a wonderful dinner and seeing my sisters.....freezing still, snow a few flurries and raining...

430 Am

So here it is 430 in the morning I had hoped for more sleep maybe 3 more hours. I could only hope that it would come. I am to go get a massage ( a Christmas gift from hubby) this morning. I would think I will fall sound to sleep on her table and snore...The pass is closed and I will not be able to go see the the hubby...so it will end up being a few weeks since we have been able to see one another... well I am going for a second cup of coffee....I have gotten the freezer stash of java down to a mere 4 pounds. Who am I? What have I done with the coffee freak? Need 2nd cup!!!

Mother Hildagard

Mother H came to school yesterday...She raises sheep, llamas and alpacas on 300+ acres at the monastery... Being raised across the street from St. Pius I enjoyed the nuns and their humor..They are especially funny... Anyway the class has lost the advisor as the sheriff has called to inform her that all her horses were loose....( I wonder now how the sheriff had her phone number) well then Mother Hildagard has arrived at the very moment that the advisor is flying out the door. Mother H is so funny, she had the whole class roaring with laughter about how to breed the llamas....It seems that one has to tape the tail of the female prior to allowing the male into the pen. Once the male starts his task at hand you apparently can do just about anything. Now the reason this is all so funny is that our nun is giving a blow by blow description of what the male looks like at this time. Mother H has eyes rolling and her head going back and forth as well as her habit swirling around. The whole class can not keep from laughing it took most of us several moments to regain our composure... Most of the class is not Catholic and their idea of a Catholic Nun does not resemble what they are experiencing in class... I on the other hand know many nuns. As a little girl I would beg the nuns that lived across the street from us to let me be Catholic ( all the kids I knew were) and that I knew God had put Sister Maria and Mother Superior on those steps just for me to become Catholic.. Sister Maria was young and kind, beyond words....She would allow me to sneak into the church on a regular basis as well as teaching me about Saint Francis as I had a habit of showing up with my newest rescued animal in hand. I would spend the better part of my visit begging and insisting that she take it to get it blessed with holy water... Tears would stream down my face as I passionately explained that I knew God would let them live under my care if they were blessed. I would bring my babies to the church on the day that all the animals would be blessed.Insisting that they were all good Catholics even if I was not yet... Anyway Mother Hildagard was a wealth of info as well as incredibly funny...I am certain she would have taken me in under her wing if she had been around when I was little...I still have the small cards that the nuns would hand me as well as a very large painting of The Virgin Mary that I was lucky enough to get while visiting Peru several years ago....My poor husband just rolls his eyes at the piles of Catholic stuff that he finds in our house...He has informed me several times that I make a better Catholic than his mother...I am certain none of the nuns would agree with him. But I am certain that poor Saint Francis was very busy trying to keep up with me....