The weekend isn't over for us, as I have today off as well. I'll be busy running errands, cleaning the house and cooking/baking. It snowed on Saturday, but literally just long enough to take this photo. Within the half hour it had stopped. As you can see from the very little snow we have accumulated, it has been an extremely mild winter. So strange.
During this past week Jay had come in from the coop with a precious and tiny little blue egg. I photographed it next to a large egg. Isn't it something? Our Araucana's do lay smaller eggs, but not typically this small.
Speaking of chickens and eggs, Meg is sick. We thought she was egg-bound, so out came the mineral oil and as I went in to retrieve it I realized I could feel it down near her leg. I've reached out to a couple of fellow bloggers to help me with this one. I'm also hoping to speak with the couple who own our local feed store, as they've had chickens for years. I do fear for the worst for her.
On a brighter side, as you probably know, Jackson believes he is a French Bulldog. Everything Oliver and Emerson do, he does as well. If they line up for treats, he lines up for treats. If they lay down to sleep, he lays down to sleep. If they get ready to go outside, he lines up as though he's going outside.
Both Oliver and Emerson enjoy laying in our bed with their bodies under the covers and their heads on the pillow. Saturday morning I awoke to Oliver on my right side, body under the covers, head on Jay's pillow. I could feel something against my back so I rolled over and Jackson was on my left side, body under the covers, head on my pillow. I laughed out loud. The covers were somehow pulled perfectly up to his chin. He gave me the "good morning" look. It was absolutely hysterical. I wanted to take a picture, but when I got up, Oliver and Emerson got up which meant Jack had to get up because, well, he's one of them.
Hoping you all had a wonderful weekend!