Chickens, baseball and not sitting still!

So this weekend is off with a bang.

I just dread the point on Friday when I ask The Boss Lady "What is on the schedule for this weekend?". Especially if she replies with "Nothing, Absolutely NOTH-ing!" Which is how this weekend went to heck in a hurry.

The Talker had a gift card to spend at the sporting goods store up the street. He bought a new REAL leather baseball glove and a baseball set, including rubber bases, a tee and a pitch-back net. He scored pretty well for $40.

We had to run to Target, because it is Saturday and The Boss Lady is still alive. Got our errands run there quickly, forgetting only one item, a new pair of scissors to trim the chicken's wing feathers.

Back on Friday afternoon I stepped outside and found the chickens roosting on top of the fort. It is actually just a 3 ft tall fence panel built in a corner of our backyard. Gave the kiddos some sense of privacy while they were too little to actually get any. I built in lots of peepholes so they could spy on adults from across the yard. It was The Talker's first play space in our backyard and I haven't the heart to take it down. Turning the fort into a roost is fine. It makes for a pretty scene in the yard. Except that about a foot away is the lowest part of the fence that separates my chickens from the chicken eaters. So the fort is probably the last place they should be roosting.

I ended up using a pair of kitchen scissors and the wing clipping went fine. Everyone survived and the deed was done in about two minutes. (Yes, the scissors are now in the dishwasher.) I am hoping that by only clipping one wing, they won't be bouncing up to the top edge of the fort anytime soon. Especially since we are now only 4 or 5 weeks from first egg.

Fidget collected her first eggs the other day and I am so jealous that I could punch her dog in the head. Except that Fidget and her dog might like that, so I won't.

And after the clipping sessions, I am thinking that Kerenel is a dude. S/he was pissed at me for messing with the (other) girls while I was clipping their wings. And s/he screeched at me. It was a noise that I had not heard before but it sounded amazingly like the last part of a rooster's crow. Kernel the Cross Dressing Hen... Maybe a children's story in the works? Hey, I do live in Austin...

This afternoon I have to clean out the chicken coop. Again. Just like I do (doo) every week. I tell you what, these eggs better be good! Afterward, I am going to spread the pile I have "collected" in the past four months around the front yard. Free fertilizer!

And finally, I have been reading up on walking 10,000 steps a day for fitness. Seems easy enough. So I was thrilled when The Mother of the Bride tried to buy me a pedometer for Christmas and ultimately delivered one last week, ironically while I was wearing the air cast and not supposed to be walking. I clipped the pedometer on about a hour ago. I haven't even left the house yet and I am over 2000 steps.

It seems that I might have to slow down if I am only going to walk 10K steps a day. Shows you what 6 Dr Peppers a day can do for you, right?