Who can really call themselves a hayseed if they don’t have livestock, and Charles the Kat doesn’t count.

Ladies!

Tonight, the whole family drove out to Dennis the Chicken Man’s house to pick up the girls. We ended up with one each:

• Australorp
• Ameraucana
• Buff Rock
• Golden Laced Wyandotte

While the baby didn’t quite make it and slept through the transaction, Mikio was thrilled.

They have a couple of skills that they’ve demonstrated thus far: cheeping and crapping. Oh, they’re also good at falling asleep. Hopefully, they’re all girls. Otherwise, we take Dennis up on his guarantee, we get a new bird, and someone gets chicken soup for dinner.

They’re very cute, but I’d like to get them out of the “here’s the 20 things that will kill them in a day or two” phase and into the “turning weevils into eggs” stage.

Right. It’s been beautiful here for the last several days. Today, the thermometer read low-60s in the backyard. Still, the mason bees aren’t out, but I did see a couple of honey and bumble bees.

Still torn on the bee hive idea. On the one hand, bees are cool, and I’m a big fan of really good honey. On the other, I don’t know if I can deal with some neighbor’s kid getting stung by a wasp and having them blame my bee hive. I heard some guy on KUOW the other day talking about the “bees” in his shed. Only thing was, he was describing wasps. That’s a little like saying you have a poodle at home– only it’s a wolverine.

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