the republic would like to welcome and honour our newests citizens: sunnie and chèr, and simonette and garfunkella- chickens extarodinaire. s&c are shaver hens, rescued from a farm and a fate worse than cat biscuits; s&g are little black silkies, just on the roost and cute as all heck. they are a little too little still for our catghetto neighbourhood so we've built them a firstclass 5* luxury house. sunnie and chèr, in thanks for the freedom and plentiful love respect and vegescraps have given us this beautiful feast: mercikapaithanks!
and on the peace front, our first tree, the olive lovingly gifted to me for my birthday, is starting to fruit! ok, so it's no commercial crop but we cheer those babies on daily! olives! of our very own!!
and here's c, once again, supervising work in progress, his hammer ever-ready. this time the boys (papa and grandad) were stripping wallpaper using almost sweat alone... why not renovate in the summer?
we've not decided if, forever carrying his 'security' hammer if he's going to be a future carpenter or perhaps was a former viking goddette.
and finally, there's nothing like the greengreen of corn on the grow. oh our lovely silty soil is so nutrient rich that this team of future fingerlicking gorgeous barbecue treats are galloping away. like nobodies business.
xxx
mama b (gardener/carpenter/faerie)
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