Just a bit of callalou (there's about 3 ways to spell calaloo, so don't get all dictionarial on me this morning) before I head off to Lowes for paint ...
The 3 new chicks are doing fine. Saying that always makes me nervous as chicks are the most vulnerable bits of fluff.
I have placed Laya and the newbies in protective custody and so far all is well. Gumbo's chicken chasing, which we tolerated when he was at death's door, is now being forcibly discouraged.
He's very smart and catching on quick.
You should see him! Tres magnifique!
He's running like a gazelle and is quite capable of knocking Bear head over heels, although it is usually the other way around.
But that's good too, don'cha know, because he once was in so much leg pain that he couldn't rough house even when he wanted to do so.
I have a little video of Bear and Gumbo wrestling that I want to share with you this week.
Speaking of that ...
About the new cinematic Pure Florida ... Too much? Not enough?
I figure, I am the last dialup blogger left on Earth, so page loading is not a big problem for my reader pals ... is it?
How is the video quality? These shorties are not shot with my real video (also a Sony) camera and the new baby wild hog video I shot Friday seems a little pixellated on my 5 year old computer. Could just have been the dim light conditions deep in the forest ...
I know you haven't seen that one yet ... soon come.
The swamp mallows are blooming and adding a splash of white to the dominating green. I'll be stopping by this one for some seeds soon.
In other news ... I was prepping the living room for that first coat of primer the other day and inspiration seized me as it sometimes does ... in such a way that I had to follow.
Our fireplace mantle and hearth was a quick contractor planned creation that has never quite gone with the rest of the house.
We were so inexperienced at house stuff back then that we just had not thought much about the fireplace, so when the contractor asked us about it, we said, " Just something rustic."
He did what he could with materials on hand, but the simple mantle made of the same rough red cedar that clad the house was ... just kind of there. We didn't hate it, but maybe we didn't love it either.
So, while no one was around, I dismantled the entire thing ... even the tile covering the hearth area.
It turns out that my standard PFHQ uniform of shorts and sleeveless T's may not be the best choice for glazed tile demolition.
A shard of tile flipped up (yes, I did have eye protection on) and just bounced off my forearm, but that was all it took to open up one of those cuts just deep enough that the skin edges pull away revealing your inner self, but not deep enough to gush or anything exciting like that.
Of course, I keep a nurse on hand for these moments, so a little butterfly bandage and scolding fixed it right up.
I'll need to start work on the lie to go with it.
Oh, and since you were wondering ... she tells me the paint color is basil.
Well, thanks for nothing ... dried, fresh, purple, mint, chocolate, lemon ???
I remain, as usual, comfortably clueless.