[/img] I would have just called the "boy thingy" a rooster. [/quote]
But you're much more tactful than I am.
And there is difference between a rooster and a c*ck. A roster is a male chicken. A c*ck is the alpha male of all the chickens in a group. Need to improve egg production? Get a rooster. The c*ck will certainly, er, contribute more.
Damn, it got hot. We were still wearing winter jackets in the mornings part of last week, and Friday the temperature didn't even make it to sixty. Instant summer; hot sweltering summer. Saturday in the eighties, yesterday and today in the ninties. The air thick and sticky with humidity - perfect stay-inside-air-conditioning weather.
Except I work outside. Too hot too fast and I melted.
We got some rain (a bit) and a break from the heat today, too. And I'm home sick, so I got to enjoy it, sort of. We're hoping for more rain tonight. We need it so bad.
Just discovered, via my mom, that I planted my hydrangia (sp?) in the wrong place - too much sun. Dang it! Will have to dig it up. Man, what a chore! I hope I don't disturb the new annuals there too much.
Cooled down here too, (not talking about Hubs and the girls getting me with super soaker squirt guns the other day when I stepped out of the car. Hot and sweaty from work - the blasts of cold water felt good.).
It's rained all around us; it stormed at my friend's house just outside of town. It all missed us though - with the lake effect it all bounces past the shoreline. The start of another season of drought they are predicting.
I've got lots of stuff to move too, Siren. Because I like things full; I hate to see bare ground; I over-plant. My three feet tall by three feet wide roses are now five feet wide and swallowing large clumps of daylilies and sedum. Hating to cut back the roses, I'll have to find new homes for the perennials. The black-eyed Susans are running rampant again. Two little plants I brought when I moved here from Kentucky have infested every garden in my yard; I keep dividing but am losing the conquering battle. I love them, but sheesh...enough is enough. Still have a few more places in the ravine though where I can throw them in, and lots more to give my friend - my yearly supply to him. He calls them rabbit food; they feed the voracious saber-toothed bunnies in his yard.
Two weeks of gorgeousness and the hedge of bridal veil spirea is just about finished redeeming itself for the other eleven and a half months of ugliness. It was there when we bought the house; it runs the entire length of the ravine. I keep thinking I'd like to rip it out, but it's huge and I'm sure it's the only thing holding up the bank and the sidewalk that runs along side it.
Almost finished planting the vegie garden: beans, tomatoes, acorn squash, and zucchini. Gourds on a tee-pee trellis for fun.
Damn those hydrangeas. Got me into trouble today at work.
I like to play with words. I do so to amuse myself; rare times to the amusement of others. And then there are those times I amuse people with what comes out of my mouth purely by accident. It is those times when I wish I'd have thought before speaking.
A group of guys were looking at hydrangeas today; a couple serious shoppers, a couple dragged along just because. The two who were shopping had confused looks on their faces as they wandered the aisle gazing upon at least thirty varieties we carry. No wonder - the different species are confusing, and each species has tons of different cultivars. I explained the difference between the serratas, the paniculas and macrophyllas. "The PG's are more winter hardy here, and have cone-shaped white flowers. The macrophyllas - more temperamental, but if it's big blue balls you're looking for...." (pause, damn - that didn't sound quite right)
The guys were gay; I knew that and the response my explanation got did not come as a surprise. "Honey, we're always looking for big blue balls."
Thought I'd give this a little boost and spring it up from the depths.
Today it was spring, and the reason that spring is my least favorite season was very apparent. Rain. Rain and cold all day. Thunderstorms, lightning, wind - the whole array of wet weather dumped down on us in gushes and gushes.
But it seems to have passed now, and the wind is not so bustery. Quite balmy feeling after this afternoon actually.
Off on a little road-trip for the weekend. My friend who I'm visiting tells me it'll be in the high seventies and into the eighties. Whoo-hoo! Except I've got to pack a array of clothing - from winter to summer, and dang I'll be stripping along the way.
What kind of crumb trail is that? Don't tell Hansel. I hear he's all handsel.
Oh lord, I must get out of here.
Later, Sweet Taters. Hope everyone has a good weekend.
Hey, I'm back. Thirteen hundred plus miles in two days!!! (most of it in the driving rain) ARGH! Nearly non-stop driving and I didn't even make it down to North Carolina - stopped for the night, turned around and came home the next morning.
Kids! Two of them. Sick. Less than one hour after I left home school called for Hubs to pick up LX with a fever of 103 degrees ......BP had it by that evening. Neither of them showing signs of sickness when they left for school that morning.
Go figure. I could not continue on south, (I only had three and a half hours to go until I reached my destination). I wouldn't have had a good time worrying about the girls. And Hubs was never meant to be a doctor, or a nurse.
Was bumming, Siren - I was sooo looking forward to seeing friends again - it's been awhile. And of course, as things go, the girls were fine by Saturday evening, and back to themselves today....while Hubs and I came down with it.
Too nice outside, sick or not, not to get out and enjoy this burst of warm weather. Short sleeves! Crocus blooming! One lone wild iris! Did a little yard clean-up, steaks on the grill, but mostly just basked in the sun. Eighty degrees!!!
It's supposed to be nice and warm, with a bit of rain here and there all week.
And as things go, forecast is cold and snow flurries by next Monday - the day I go back to work.
Spring has really sprung here. My mom and I walked around the yard yesterday, smelling all the blossoms - the plum tree, the apple tree, pear tree, crab apple, wisteria (so fragrant, you can smell it some distance away), and most fragrant of all, the lilac, a bush nearly 50 years old. After the drought last year, Mama lost some plants she'd had for decades. Others didn't bloom, and just barely made it through the summer, even with her watering them. But this year, after the snow this winter, and some spring rain, the plants and weeds and grasses are working overtime. Mama's forsythia and firebush have been gorgeous. We have more henbit in our lawns this year than I have ever seen. There are wild plums all along the fence rows and brush piles. The peach orchards were pink with blossoms, and the redbuds are exceptionally beautiful. All this greenness is a wonderful thing to feast our Okie eyes on.
That tree pollen you guys have been mentioning, finally arrived here. The maples are flowering and spreading their allergy-causing pollen everywhere, making its way into my nose and eyes. (sniffle)
Sounds absolutely beautiful, Siren. We had a couple of really nice days here - warmer than typical for this time of year, and it didn't take long to get spoiled by them. My daffodils are up and open all over the place; the crocus are in bloom; the chiona doxi have started, and the tiny white, purple and mixed violets that most consider nuisance weeds, are welcome splashes of color in the still dull-green lawn.
Out on the trail the other day, a chorus of spring-peepers - those tiny little tree frogs with the loud, loud voice - were peeping that spring is here.
I saw some yards had forsythias starting to bloom.
And then it ended - back to cold. But it's sunny today and hoping that'll take the chill off.
Looks like our weather is much the same as yours Phalon, no tree frogs I'm afraid bit a distinct lack of birds in our area. This time last year we were inundated with the little 'twitters'. No seriously though, I love to hear them in the trees and see them feeding in the garden. Not much chance of that for the rest of the week tho! Although our dear forcasters over here in the UK have said that we can look forward to milder weather returning next week. (I'll beleive that when I see it!) they have been known to get it wrong on many an occasion. Our poor daffodils are confused as well, they have been out for over a month now, it keeps on getting warmer and then returns to colder climes again! it's no wonder the poor little birdies are staying in their warm nests!
Post by fallenangel on Mar 29, 2007 18:46:37 GMT -6
Nice weather today. Calling for storms though tonight or tomorrow. Blooms here as well.The babys breath bush has been bloomed for awhile. And one of my irises bloomed just the other day. The pollen though has turned everything a nice yellow color.
Our spring peepers have been peeping for at least a couple of weeks now. In fact, I recall commenting that they'd get their pointy little behinds frost-bitten if they weren't careful. So, it must've still been quite cool here. Mama and Daddy saw 2 of their toads the other night, the middle-sized one and the large one, Frank (don't ask me where my niece got that name). If the toads are out, it must be spring!
We had our first central OK tornado of the season today. Last I heard, there were nearly 12,000 people without electricity due to power lines blown down. Some trees, fences, barns, a trailer blown apart. Some cars were blown off the turnpike, too. Only injuries, I think - no fatalities, thank goodness.
I heard the pollen was extremely bad this year down south, Yinyang. Hubs saw a time-lapsed photography thing of a nice, clean, shiny black car that at the end of a four hour period was completely yellow. I'd die...or at least be miserable enough to wanna die. Achoo!!!
Birds. I love the birds; it's one of my favorite things about spring. The birds come to my feeder ravenous it seems; I fill it every day. I usually only get finches, nut-hatches, and my cardinal couple in winter, but in spring they all come back, even though most of them never migrate south: chickadees, Earl the Woodpecker, gold-finches, some type of warbler, blue jays, indigo buntings, a flicker, the little juncos who don't fly up to the feeder but flock around on the ground underneath. I like to drink my coffee out on the porch in the morning and listen to all the different songs.
We've had mucho, mucho rain here the last coupla days - especially yesterday. Street flooding was widespread. In fact, at one intersection, water was up to the level of car windows. And yes, there were people stupid enough to drive into it. But a gorgeous day today - blue skies and white clouds and lots of sunshine. And grass growing like the dickens.
I'll be out of town for the next several days. Y'all behave yourselves!
*heading off to find the grass-stained boots and the lawnmower*