November 23, 2010 – 6:58 pm
In case you missed it the northwest was dumped on with lots of snow, ice, wind, and all sorts of winter joy this holiday season. I for one am a big fan of snow… as long as I don’t have to go anywhere. Luckily I work for a very understanding company that realizes I don’t want to die trying to go into work (since on a good day my commute is usually 45-50 minutes) and really? what use would I be to anyone dead anyway?
Sunday it started snowing and it wasn’t until that night that it (finally!) really started to stick. By Monday morning the northwest was enveloped in a winter wonder land which caused headaches come nighttime and mass chaos all around.
Again, have I mentioned I love the company I work at?
Without further ado: a few shots from our snowpocalypse!
Home is where the heart is but, unfortunately, that doesn’t exactly cut muster with housing of chickens. This said, when Mack’s Mom and sister brought the hens up they offered up their expertise on the building of a chicken house/nesting box/coop.
I thank my lucky stars they did!
I’ll write more on a day I didn’t get another job rejection and am thus depressed (I’ll write more on the job hunt as well! Lucky!). I’ll instead direct you to something positive and the product of everyone’s hard work:
If you happen to follow me on Twitter you know by now that I am the proud (and slightly frightened) owner of some hens. You may remember these cute little chicks from last summer?
They now reside in our backyard.
I’ll go into more details later as to the building of the coop and adjusting to life with chickens (and all those tasty “farm fresh” eggs) but instead I want to talk about a topic near and dear to my heart: how uncooperative chickens are to photograph.
I mean, I get it since I know what a giant pain photographing our cats is but seriously? Probably nine times out of ten I end up with shots of chicken butts.
I secretly think they take pleasure is showing me their behinds and knowing that I fear them almost as much as they fear me.
I grudgingly text Emily last week and admitted that chicken butts are, in their own way, kind of cute.
That is until I see what a mess they’ve made in our backyard.
While showing their rears for photos.
There is, I guess, a reason why I named them after Hades’ sisters.
