theese bees

My dog, thinks that he is hunting birds. I couldn't ever tell him he can't fly- it would break his poor little puppy heart. But birds are a step up from what he hunted yesterday in the brief and beautiful sunshine. Bumblebees.

Everywhere. I think they were tired from the winter, so they stayed mostly to the ground and this caught dash's attention and held it for hours. At ten in the morning I saw him pouncing on something, at 12 I heard him wheezing and coughing like he'd eaten a ball of cotton, and when I went out to paint the chicken coop I found out why. ALL day dash hunted bumblebees. They would hover lazily to the ground and he would pounce, catching them in his paws and then he would sit down to a nice meal in between his toes.

I kept thinking, ohhhh you are gonna get it from one of these bees. And I'm certain he did. At least it kept them away from me.

So yesterday the coop got painted it's first lovely barn red coat and then it snowed all night. I'm sort of afraid to look outside...

This morning I woke up and went downstairs looking forward to fresh eggs (we have too many PLEASE come get some fressh eggs!) (we are getting four each day now) and B had eaten all the brown ones and all that were left were the huge green ones that our little arucana easter hen started laying. In some ways I thought, how nice, B left me the freshest eggs- but then I laughed because I realized that he's afraid to eat them because they are green! I only know this because I am too.

I cracked um and scrambled em with ham and had green eggs and ham! It was delicious!

It makes me laugh that we have these amazing fresh fresh fresh eggs, and we were afraid to eat them for a while because they weren't the typical bleach white mediumsmall clean eggs in a carton. But there is something to be said about people who tell you that fresh eggs taste better because they do!

It's sad that i trust a carton that's been all over who knows where full of eggs that have been taken from chickens who live in terrible circumstances (cooped up coop assembly lines that are filthy with bright lights on all the time so they'll never stop producing) (okay not ALL commercial eggs are produced this way but a lot are). Then there's the transportation time, and the time they sit on the shelf in the grocery and then they finally make it home with me where they sit on a shelf in my fridge for another two weeks.

yum?


no!

Did you know that in America,"we export 1.1 million tons of potatoes, while we also import 1.4 million tons."?!?!


Please be spring already. I need to build a chicken run and plant my life in the ground.