Cough, cough, hack,hack

That would be me.  There is so much to do around my garden these days and wouldn't you know I'd get a whopper of a cold.  Every time I go out to tend to the chickens, I look longingly at the stacks of cinder blocks waiting for me.  Unfortunately, unless I want to end up in the ER with a severe asthma attack, I have to let them sit and taunt me.

In the meantime, I'm letting my girls prep the main garden for next year.  They're having a blast eating the remains of the garden and scratching around fertilizing the beds for next year.  I know I've said it before, but they really are neat to watch.  I'm so enamored of my chickens.  Its really kind of sad.  When a neighbor had a guest ask me what possessed me to get chickens, I just stood there stunned.  Why wouldn't anyone want chickens?  They are the coolest pets ever!  Another neighbor told her in a very sassy voice, that they were for eggs.  I was just too stunned that anyone would question my weirdness.