Lori

I demand you ooh and aah

Like a proud new mother, my main focus these days is taking pictures of the chickens.

 Seriously, I have a million of these.

 They’re just so photogenic.

 Right? Right?

Maybe that’s just another new mother thing – thinking my babies are the cutest ever?

 No, they are.

here a chick, there a chick

Chickens are just so expressive.

For instance, here’s a Barred Plymouth Rock chick looking suspicious:

And a Columbian Plymouth Rock looking suspicious wary:

And a couple Rhode Island Reds regarding me with suspicion skepticism:

This guy is a touch suspicious doubtful:

Whereas this one is exhibiting a distinct suspicion lack of trust:

These ones are sharing their suspicions reservations with one another:

And this one is slightly suspicious apprehensive, even in his sleep:

Easy there, chickens. This rollercoaster of emotions is wearing me out.

sad goodbye

Sometimes life is so bloody unfair I could just spit.

Farewell, Aunt Lilianne.

 Tenacious, funny, loving and gone way too soon at 61.

She was a gem and will be missed desperately by everyone who knew her.