Today wasnt exactly what I would call a bad day…just a day that needed an attitude adjustment from just about every person I ran into, or maybe it was just me. Either way – I was in a foul mood. Just as the day was about to come to an end, I caught a glimpse of my camera sitting in the corner where it has sat the past week. Untouched.
I grabbed my memory card, called the dog and ran out into the sun to see what there was to capture – Hoping, for some flowers.
Sun shining, Blue skies bright as could be – I laid down on the hard gravel and paid no attention to the cars driving by. Amandas number one rule when it comes to posting pictures is something along the lines of not having to, or not needing to post the same picture with a different angle – which I am famous for. Today I will just have to say – Sorry Amanda, I couldnt pick just one!
Hope these pictures make you as happy as they made me.
Moms Birthday! Happy Birthday mom!
I was trying to write “Birthday” earlier today, it took me a handful of tries to finally get it right. It didnt LOOK right, but I couldnt figure out what was wrong either – missing letters dont really matter that much do they?
Last night I tried to decorate the shop so when mom came in this morning it would be pretty. But the balloons I was trying to blow up – were small water balloons that made my cheeks burn. Also? They decided to pop on random, making me jumpy. Needless to say I handled them like dynomite.
It would also seem I am having difficulties with more than just words today – I cant get my picture to do what I want, so instead of doing some fancy thing with cutting the text out of a picture and making it look…interesting…I will just post the picture.
(also? I couldnt get the code to work for the color I wanted. So whatevs. Green it is. On second thought, maybe I better not chance that cake…)
In a sea of seemingly endless yellow – they taunt me, reminding me of a time – when I was young.
The colors of blue and yellow were always too much for me to ignore. Despite their short lastings, I would pick them – and a day later, their yellow petals would drop off, leaving behind a fine layer of yellow dust.
Amanda always arranged the flowers with great ease, putting just the right amount of green to accent the flowers, while I struggled with getting the lengths of the stems right. Somehow I always ended up with a cup of “Floating flower heads.” She always told me to cut the stems longer – and I never listened. The one time I did I uprooted the entire flower.
Walking down the road, I saw them. Yellow and blue. The colors, they still excite me today.
“Pick me!” they cried. Despite my best intentions, I gave in.
And I cut the stems way too small.
Our little friend Parker, used to call baby chickens (or any baby animal really) “Baby Easters.” Our little baby Easters are going up. This weekend we had 80 degree temperatures and decided it would be a good day to ease them into the chicken pen. Dad made a little pen for them because they are still too little to go in with the already grown chickens.
The first night I went to get them, they were happy to see me and came running and chirped happily when I put them back in their tote to take them in the house. Last night when I went to collect them – all 33 littles were snuggled together and asleep, and less than impressed when I woke them up. Today I put them out – and they ran off without a second thought, happy to have the room to run, but then this afternoon I went to check on them, and 33 little heads came bobbing over to me.
A little dark – but this is what I walked into – the full attention of 33 littles.
I was having fun trying to get pictures of them, and just started to get into it, when my camera started flashing absurd things at me like “Shutter disabled – recharge battery.” Kill joy that camera is!
These were a few days ago – one of their first outdoor trips.
Then Today:
Nawww! Even tho they are growing so fast, they are still so little!
This is one of the full grown roosters – he thinks he is all that. He is a smaller rooster however, and gets picked on. He usually lives with a hen (who is twice his size) but since the littles are living out there, he is living with the big roosters.
I liked how the wire seemed to ‘melt’ into the background
The lighting was hard to adjust to because of their heat lamp, but I was usuing the wire to frame the littles in with.
And now Im off to re-charge that battery!
Tangled Thoughts 