I'm going to a poultry show this weekend! First once since last February, except State Fair (does that one even count?)
I have to wash chickens this week. I hope I remember how.
I'll have to get up about 4am on Saturday, ewww.
I drove all over the place looking for a particular type of rat trap today because stores told me they had it, and then when I arrived they were out of stock... would have been nice if they'd mentioned that on the telephone when I called. Sigh. I'm still looking.
The cats and barn owls aren't keeping up with the rodent population. I am not pleased.
It's so muddy outside!!!!!!!!
The ants are taking over the house, though they seem a bit aimless. They show up in random places and wander around. I hate them. But I guess I'd rather deal with ants than wasps or yellowjackets (oh, say, remember when I got stung over two months ago? You can STILL SEE THE SPOT on my arm. Cripes.)
New neighbors have moved in. I wonder if they've noticed the roosters crowing.
At least it doesn't snow here.
Maybe I'd like snow. Is it better than mud?
By spring, I am going to be so dang tired of washing and wiping dog feet. The carpets have suffered mightily.
I hung a bunch of paintings at Franklin Ranch Veterinary Hospital today.
I still have a bunch of drawings at Silva's Sheldon Inn.
My next scrimshaw image is going to be awesomely beautiful if I can pull it off. The first challenge is turning a rough piece of ivory into something decent.
I'm looking forward to going to Reno at the end of the month and hanging out with engravers. And I'm still not engraving metal! I'll catch hell for that, but you know what... that's okay. I just don't love it as much as scrimshaw. Maybe in time. Maybe not. I keep trying to enjoy it, and I enjoy the process but not the looks of the finished product. At least with scrimshaw you can see it from all angles!
I'm going to bed.