You know it's spring when...

   

1. You have been trapped in the house with three crazed children on "Spring Break" for a week and the weather is cold enough to forget your groceries in the car for the whole day...and nothing thawed.

2. The couch, the floor, my sweater and an entire toddler could be mistaken for a golden retriever.  If this keeps up much longer, that dog will be nakid.

3.  Your sheep have turned pink...

Don't laugh...her name is Violet and she's very sensitive...and a wee bit chilly.  And please don't mention that this is really not the most flattering look for her rear end.

4. But the most reliable sign of spring is...

...the gawky half grown chick in a plastic tub.

Mention the word "chick" and everyone immediately envisions a little puff ball fit for an Easter card.  (Unless, I guess,  your visions are fueled by testosterone.)  No one ever mentions this skinny necked, long legged, prickly pin-feathered, easily panicked and completely stupid phase.  Welcome to the chicken version of the teenager.  Take one look at these hideous, dinosaury creatures and just try to tell me there is no good evidence for evolution.  It's like a mini Jurassic Park on my porch...

Our first chicks that we bought when the kids were very small were named sweet, unimaginative things like "Runner", "Jumper", "Flyer", and "Chirper".  Six years later I must introduce "Toady", "Cloud", "Autumn", "Taylor" and...prepare yourself..."Enrique". 

This was "Puff", may she rest in peace.

Although I think her coffin decorations might keep her up nights...

Comments

[Laura]

Aww. Puff. (Such a cat name.) *sniff*