Set The Wayback Machine For 1966!

I walked by these in the store today...

and at first it didn't faze me at all.

When it did I doubled back and picked up a bag, intending to tuck them into the cupboard and just wait for J. to find them. Instead when we got home he was in the kitchen, so I told him I had gotten him a snack and tossed him the bag. He looked at the front...waited a few seconds, then said 'Thanks.' and started to tear the bag open. I stopped him and asked him if HE noticed anything unusual about the bag. THEN he really looked at it and realized it was different.

Horrid Tasty Thing, Take 2: Just took a HUGE blue-bellied lizard away from Boots, who was determined to swallow the damned thing whole. Never a dull moment...

Letting Mother Nature Throw In, Too...

In addition to the eggs in the incubator, which are due to hatch in another two weeks, we have two broody hens that we gave some eggs to, also. Their eggs are due to hatch today...nothing yet as of nearly 2PM, but today or tomorrow should see some tiny balls of fluff. Here they are in the custom hen pen that J. made, which we moved inside the enclosed run the other day:

This way, they are protected by the walls of the run and protected again from any jealous hens who may try and take over the chicks or just plain fight the moms. Boots is on the left with two eggs, Moet is on the right with three eggs. Each got their own fancy cardboard box nest. Hopefully these two moms can share the space, if not, one of them will have to be removed and the remaining broody hen will take charge of all 5 chicks--provided the eggs hatch!

Moet has been growling at me since yesterday when we moved her and Boots into the hen pen, I think she's SURE I'm going to mess with her eggs again. Whatever the reason, I'm on her Shit List!

Weird Nesting Site #213

Today it was Millie, taking advantage of some stuff earmarked for garage storage one day while we were cleaning it out...

She's actually tiny enough to fit into the Christmas tree stand, so I'm sure I'll find an egg in here later.

Poking around to make sure it's good enough for her egg...

Whoops, watch the footing--!

Whoa, whoa, WHOA!!! OK, be cool...

Hmmm... that foot must have something wrong with it, I never lose my balance...

Meanwhile, Stoney, a little banty hen, took the more mundane approach of actually using a nest box, although she DID have to growl and warn off Boots, who was looking to oust her.

And So Boots Becomes A First-Time Mother...

 ...amazing creature...!