So the bird is back. He’s promised to give freedom another shot once I get back from the funeral, but in the meantime, he wants more mealworms, cat food and other goodies that come to him with no effort other than screaming on his part. Le sigh . . . I’ll put up his latest [...]

Somewhere between the 14th and the 16th shot of espresso yesterday I realized that I may have been overdoing it. As a consequence, today is a bit rough. It is hell growing old. Fortunately, I am nowhere near as miserable as Jennie, who claims she feels as if live rats are chewing on her intestines. [...]

There’s nothing like a long weekend to recharge the batteries. We commemorated or miseralated or whatever it is you’re supposed to do by having one of my aunts die on Friday, the girl-child’s pet fish die on Saturday, and the attempted committing of sister crazypants on Monday (a 72 hour observation would be great!). Sunday [...]

Ugh. I have joined the world of lolcats. Poor Frank was just trying to cool off his hindquarters in the dog bowl when Ariel chased him off. Just in case you want to violate my pets with your captions, I’ve made the image a cheezburger link. If I start twattering, just f*@%*ing kill me.

The new chick is cute, but constantly yaps. I thought my time with noisy birds was over. Apparently not. She/he/it also takes up too much valuable desk space. I could have more burnt-out light bulbs or another three paper piles where I now have to keep a bird tank and light. We originally tried just [...]

My stomach thanks this one for being born early this morning. We’re still waiting on a name for the last one, so obviously this one is also nameless for now. Good news on the name front, though: Jennie’s decided that the Scottish Gaelic translation of Baa Ram Ewe was too long, so now we’re Gaoth [...]

So lambikins is doing well, although we still haven’t named her. She’s a maniac, jumping all over the other sheep, racing about and tripping over her feet. Still no second lamb yet, though. In the meantime, chicks have started hatching, so now we’ve got more barnyard babies running around. Okay, not exactly running, as they [...]

Makes me nauseous. I am so glad I am not a mama-sheep, hungrily slurping off the afterbirth. Cute little bugger, but I am squeamish. Stepping back and giving them some bonding-time is in order. And there we have it, a clean lamb. So what am I supposed to do now? Look under the tail and [...]

Due to popular demand, here are the floofy broon ships. Or fluffy brown sheep, when I’m not trying and failing miserably at a Scottish brogue. So, first the entire herd, in their knee-high glory. I took the pics this morning, and nobody wanted to stand still, so they are all a bit blurry. Leading the [...]

We’ve got sheep! And a tummy-ache. More tomorrow, if I don’t die of bloat first. Stupid eating holiday.