Babies!!!

No, I wasn't pregnant. No, my dog didn't have pups.

We had baby chicks!

Days Old Baby Chicks

Week Old Baby Chicks

Feathering Out at 3 Weeks

What did we do to deserve this?!

Peek!

Aren't they adorable? One of our hens, Betty, wouldn't give up setting no matter how many times we picked the eggs out and shooed her away from the nest. Ok. We let her set after the weather became more agreeable. We got 10 eggs under her and marked them all with a pencil. We did that for a very good reason. Last time we had a setter, the other hens used to lay eggs on top of the setter and she'd gather them under her. We marked in pencil so the eggs would remain viable. If we would have used a marker, the ink may have poisoned the chicks. Of all 10 eggs, we had 7 hatch. 2 were rotten and we composted them. One got eaten by a snake. I got the snake.

After about 4 or 5 weeks, we had to set them outside with a light and lots of straw to keep them warm. Why, you ask? They escaped. They were trying out their wings, got to the top of the feeder and waterer, then jumped out. Roadrunner and Gabby did. Pooped everywhere. Hubby chased Gabby and she kept on pooping. I came home and cleaned and did soiled bed clothes. Hubby was wore out.

This was our baby pen when we got some chicks from Tractor Supply. These little guys and gals (don't know which are which yet) just love being out there. They are hilarious to watch. It's hilarious to watch the big birds watching the little birds in the cage next door. If you look behind the baby cage, you'll see the red coop and run.

They are Americauna barnyard chicks.

Take care. I wish you all the best!

Angel

This morning, another Angel earned her wings.

Sweet Girl

This little girl passed away some time between 2:30 am and 5 am this morning. She had been getting older and older with every passing day. She was 15-1/2 years old.

Daddy's Seat is Best!

What a sweet girl she was! She posed for photos without even knowing what a camera was. She chased buzzards in the sky, running in circles as they circled overhead and barking all the while. She used to hide under my hostas at night and I couldn't find her. She loved laying on the cool tile on our hearth. She loved her treats and telling us when to get up, eat, snack at night and when to go to bed. I could go on and on with the cute things she used to do.

I'm a ham. Belly rub, please!!!

She was a mixed breed, long haired, black and tan little ball of fur. I called her 'fox face' because she reminded me of a fox with a pointy snout. We called her 'Little' because she was so tiny and because she was a 'Little s***', being a real stinker with her personality. We also called her 'the Shark' because her lower jaw was much shorter than her upper jaw, which made her profile look like a shark.

Got me a toy! Got me a small space! I'm happy!

It's really hard to imagine you could get so attached to a little creature like that. I don't have children of my own, so I can't comment on that kind of love. So I've poured all of my love into my furbaby and featherbaby children. Of course, my Hubby gets a good share of the lovin', too! We're both not taking this passing very well. You'd have to have known her to understand.

Cuddle Time with Daddy

The biggest blessing was that she only had one really bad day, which was yesterday. I asked God to take her quickly and He did. GOD IS SO GOOD!!!

Will we miss her? YOU BET!!!

We will always love you, Angie!

Love your babies while you can as nothing is forever.

Take care.