Way out in the Middle of Nowhere

I like reading Robert Frost poems.  He's got a writing style that is easy to understand and yet lyrical.   This blog post might be titled 'The Road Not Taken': The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. My road has not been taken by many - Single Mom who got off of welfare,...

For all it's cuteness...a baby duck sitting on Dave's stomach. 

OMG! As my lame excuse, let me show you what we've accomplished in the last week: Those 6 chickens are now happily ensconced in their new coop.  Yeah sure, it's not shingled and it needs another coat of paint, but we're in crunch time here.  This Friday we are getting 25 more chickens and 6 ducks. They will be babies, but we needed to clean out the garage so we can put the brooder back down. To do that, these 6 chickens needed to be in the coop. By the way the ^%#^% chickens don't like the roost I made them.  They're roosting on the rafters now. Flipping chickens!   More goose eggs are incubating.  Expected hatching is in about 2 weeks. I have been candling them this time and from my novice expertise, I say about 4 out of 8 look viable. But because I am a novice we will incubate all 8 for the 30 days.  Hey, call me pro-life. Knitting is going on.  I've made a pillow for my aging Tigger, a Wingspan shawl from leftover yarn, a Mango for ...

It was a tough week last week.  The death of Goosie, then a brutal head cold kept me pretty much laid up on the recliner heavily medicated.   I've been trying to work on a satchel-type bag that was never real popular (except for one Aussie who likes it) but I find real handy. So...for a few pictures.. The first is a delft blue with yellow interior. It's about 15" wide by 12" deep. I need to finish up securing the raw edges. Raw edges like to snag yarn. And now that I look at the picture and  the real thing, yes...the pockets are a bit skewed on this one.  This was the first one made.  I'm not happy with the loops for the strap: too much raw edge showing. I also did not like the size as it's very deep but not very wide. And it's skewed too.  I gotta work on that.  The last one is hard to see the pockets in the front because the interior fabric coordinates with the exterior so well.  Now this one might be a bit TOO big 16" by 14"  ...

The Bad News is that the Goose Chick died Sunday Night.  I miss the lil' pooper.  He was breathing real hard and I heard a rattle in those breaths.  My diagnosis is that he had a lung infection.   We have more eggs on the way, and what we've learned in the last month will hopefully gain us more HEALTHY chicks. I hope so, cuz I miss my lil' pooper. Random Tuesday: The day I select a photo from my stash and share.  Today it will be..... That stupid hula lady has figured into many pictures over the last 5 years.  I gave it to my Husband as a stocking stuffer for Christmas.  I have pictures of her in Wyoming, Utah, Colorado, North and South Dakota, Nebraska, Illinois, Iowa and of course, Wisconsin.  Each time I took a photo out of the front window of the van, the Hula Lady would be in it.  I would think, 'Oh I'll crop that out when I get home.' I've got an entire series of photos with her showcasing either the horrific distance down...

That's me with the yet un-named African Goose Chick.  He's bonded with me. I'm not sure if it's a boy or girl, just go with me on the 'he' bit..it's easier than doing the whole he/she all the time.  He follows me, hollers for me, and wants to hang out and eat my hair.  It's like having another child in the house but fuzzier.

I was planning on downloading a short video of the gosling, but SOMEONE (sliding my eyes over to my Son...Grrr) is hogging the bandwidth! Anyways, research into the African Goose shows me a large, very talkative, friendly-when-not-mating goose.  Yeah, sure. I wasn't going to get attached to that kind of bird! Perhaps we'll start our own breeding flock and sell the babies. Who knows? Random Tuesday will start............now (I pick randomly from my file of pictures..once a week) Oh, Sally!  This is my Mother and Father-in-Law's black Lab Sally.  She's now 4, which means in Lab age, she finally has become an adult.  But as you see, she still thinks a game of fetch means to bring someone a flipping tree stump.