Six Soft Sexy Unsesexed Silkies

MOAR CHICKENS!

The two partridge girls (hopefully, am I right?) have come to us from Wendy at Mirasole Chickens, the same place Janine's silkies and wyandotte/buff orpington cross came from! The other 4 girls came from a real nice lady named Jaq Dhalstrom on Walkabout Farm in Donnybrook. One of the white silkies, fondly named Crossie, has a crossbeak and we got him/her for free so hopefully it doesn't die on us. Been reading up that you can shave their beaks back a bit with a fingernail file so hopefully that will do the trick. The cross beak isn't so bad that it can't eat or anything, a perky, happy chook.

Arriving home for the first time!

Such a hot day that Jarrad brought them to the AC.

Baby's first yogurt.

nomnomnomnom (Crossie top right white)

The children posing, aged 9 weeks old, HUGE!

Totally not spoiled.

Our backyard! Lookit the dam >:o

Matt and Kim dropped in for Xmas hello!

Skittles like "letmeinletmeinletmein"

Everyone chowing some yogurt, 11 weeks.

Runty being runty.

Bitch posing for the camera

So overall things are doing pretty well.
It seems like we'll never be finished doing anything in the house or on the property since we are not exactly break neck pace sort of people. Speaking of breaking necks I'm going for an MRI on Wednesday to see if there's anything causing my headaches and neck pain! It's probably all muscle related but wish me luck anyways, and pity me for having to take my tongue ring out and rejoin the ranks of the normals! Feeling quite exhausted of being in pain all the time, putting on a great big happy face at work, when I can work. I wish I could do a bit of writing but I'm feeling a bit sapped. Depressed! DON'TEATALLTHECAKEDON'TEATALLTHECAKE!

Crazy Naked Chicks

I don't care what anyone says; they're beautiful. 

This weekend we picked up Transylvania naked necks from Chookloop, a hour and some drive all the way out in Yarloop. The lady that owns the nakeds, Cathy, urged me to buy a lotto ticket because we ended up with four pullets and just one cockerel. Pretty freaking lucky, eh? This is my first flock so any advice is like, totally welcome. I thought I named the little boy James Bond because he has a bow-tie on his neck but I keep calling him Boyfriend and Preacher, which makes the girls his choir girls. I swear to god they never shut the hell up. They're always; "Peep this!" and "Peep that!" I'm trying to sleep for chrissakes. They're currently staying in the house until we move to the new property at the end of the week, or next week, or whatever. Jarrad wants to move on the 15th I think, but we GETTHEKEYSONTHE10THWOOOO!!!

Boyfriend in the middle there^ More obvious white barring.

Buns and Skittles have been replaced. Not amused.

Jarrad hasn't really been taken with the chickens at all. I am like  totally excited though because they'll be the first thing in a long time that I get to watch grow up (except Evangeline. And the Janine's silkies.) Haven't really been working a lot because of some poopie doodle neck pain shitcrapfuck going on so I'm stuck inside with the peepers. Perhaps a valid time to box up my bookshelf :P

WE GOT A HOUSY, YAY!

Might be awhile before I update again. Maybe some pictures from the work Christmas party, which is going to be awesome this year! Except that Janine was invited along so I think we all have to sit on our hands on the bus ride up the Perth -pout-

Where upon I actually venture outside

Kirup has had the flu. No really, like everyone that lives here has had it and after two weeks full of cocky sounding "not me!"s I came down with it hard. Like hardcore. Like really sick, crawling around the house moaning like a banshee. Needless to say Jarrad was not amused at the guilty-for-not-working text messages which appeared on his phone as the following:

"I'm sick :("

"It hurts i.i"

"I threw up and so did the cat so you have to clean it when you get home :)"

There's been alot of playing Rift on my time off, alot of getting back into my tiny mouse sized dwarf Silver. There's been alot of thinking (but not actually doing) about writing about Zen and her escapades again. There's been alot of sadly watching Anthony Bourdain but not being able to keep food down.

Needless to say (since I'm upright and typing coherently) I got over it.

Here are some things I pulled off my camera for your entertainment (the 3 people who read this blog.)

Silver@Shatterbone

Bad weather, obvsly really long time ago :o

This is what happened to Christine's tube. Bun love you long time.

Bun also love Skittles long time. Sometimes when I leave the screen door open they escape together.

Crunchie love me long time. Sick face pajamas.

Nicole and Elbows' alpacas escaped into our yard! Hide the childrens!

A house in Balingup with a giraffe statue in the yard. Story please, somebody.

On the way to Smallwater Estate, their dams. 

Awesome round of tasting at Smallwater, got the latest Zinfandel and White. Sourdough by Tasty Edibles! Perfect dinner.

Just a tikka masala thing I made. I thought it was pretty but Jarrad was all; "Garnish?  Are we a fancy place to eat now?"

Yeah sorry, vanity whore here, but my hair was awesome today.

That is two french braids tied off, then made the pony of them into 1 braid and looped it  under and over. Fabs.

We're going out with Mrs. Rachel to Dilly's dam! Excellent, outside :D!

Panda is all like, "Oh shit it's her again ._. ; "

The long ass drive to the dam.

More of that drive, Pokemon Snap style :D!

Serious it's way the hell out there.

FINALLY! Freaking paradise.

Panda thinks so too.

Rachel's dog Fozzie with Panda.

"Can we go home now?"

My bookshelf is becoming seriously overloaded.

• And 50 Shades of Grey is a steaming shit heap :) After awhile I told Jarrad that, and I think maybe he thought I was just feeling guilty about reading uhm..what is this fucking thing classified as, because I sure as hell wouldn't call that erotica. Romance novel? Anyways I started calling out every time I read the shit that was annoying me. So I laid in his room while he played his spaceship game and every time read the line I would be like; "Holy crap..." or "Holy cow.." or "Oh my" or "Wow..." It actually sort of reminded me of this post  and this post.  For real. The exclamations were about every second page through out the first half of the book. It looked like the author got her shit together halfway through. Just really horrible. I understand that the concept of BDSM is new to some people (under 13 who haven't heard Rihanna's song about it) but I don't know why this woman has exploded onto the best seller's list, honestly.

• By the way that Tasty Edibles place in Greenbushes is awesome. He does real sourdough bread, heavy and crunchy, and he let me see his yeast.  I'm seriously nosy, my mother in law was with me and I was like, "WHAT DOES IT SMELL LIKE, SMELL IT!" at her which totally garnered a weird look from this amazing chef guy. I was all, "-sweetest smile- Sorry, anosmia, can't smell a damn thing!"

• Also I've been eating into the Vampire Academy novels like crack cocaine. Ugh, why are they so good?! The house of Night books were a huge disappointment though, it's so easy to see they were written by two different people with a huge age gap. There was a word they kept repeating that annoyed the fuck out of me but I forget what it was, maybe something like, "It smelled delicious." Also annoying because the teenagers referred to each other as kids like; "I love that kid" as the main thought about her boyfriend. Maybe I'm wrong and it's an 'Okie' thing to do but it really rubbed me the wrong way. And I know people can write proper books together because I finally got around to reading the Acorna series last year when I remember Other Megan reading it when we were about 11 years old. See? I get around to things eventually!

• Another also! Neweys, the official veggie shop of Kirup, has been selling amazing ass brussels sprouts as of late. I do have an aversion to most things that are green, partially due to the anosmia cutting my sense of taste by an estimated 30-40%, but not when they are slathered and made love to by some bacon. Which is why I will never truly be bffs4ever with the vegetarian at work. At least he's not a god damn vegan, I can't even look  those people in the eye. Maybe it's because I assume they can smell my carnivore stink from miles away. So anyways, eat the brussels like THIS! And rub it in your vegetarian friend's faces :)

• I had to separate things by bullets because my blog is being a POS, goodnight everyone!