It’s bad enough having chickens squawking at 5:30, but crows started making a ruckus outside our bedroom window this morning. My husband stumbled outside to see what was going on, couldn’t figure out what was happening in his bleary-eyed state, and came back inside–only to not be able to fall asleep again. He just got dressed and went to work. Bad, bad crows! When he came home tonight he mentioned something about ducks making a ruckus outside this morning (we don’t have ducks), and I laughed and told him it was crows. Ducks really don’t sound like crows, do they? That cracked me up.
This evening my husband, daughter and I went to a family concert given by the Seattle Chamber Music Society. Every summer they hold a classical concert designed for families with kids 6-11. It has a picnic beforehand with hotdogs (beef, turkey or tofu), potato chips, cookies and lemonade. We’ve done this three summers now and it’s become a fun summer ritual. We enjoyed ourselves. I will admit that I was totally floored by one family that let its 4 or so year old daughter run up and down the aisles, up and down the stage stairs, swinging her Celeste (from Babar) dolly in front of the musicians as they were playing! Unbelievable. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her because I was so unbelieving that a parent would think that’s OK. At certain points the little girl was talking and laughing with her brother? cousin? friend? in the front row. Augh! I don’t expect kids to sit perfectly still and silent during a concert designed for families, but this was out of control. Geez.
When we came home I checked on the chickens. We have two New Zealand Silver Laced Wyandots (black and white) and two Buff Orpingtons (yellow). The Wyandots are Millicent and Rosie and the Buff Orpingtons are Dee Dee and Mary Sue (they were named by my daughter). This summer Dee Dee and Mary Sue have been broody–meaning they sit on the laying box all day incubating eggs. We don’t have a rooster, so the eggs aren’t fertilized, but the gals don’t seem to know this. Anyway, they sit on the laying box all day and Rosie and Millicent have started laying their eggs next to the laying box. Well, Mary Sue has moved her broody self next to the laying box and is now hogging the space the other two were using as a laying spot. I’m not sure what’s going to happen next. Chickens sure are weird sometimes.
