Stranger Pee

So our neighbors across the street, whom we not so lovingly call The Hooligans, had a huge party last night. Lots of yelling and screaming and in and out of cars alllllll night. That was not fun when trying to sleep.

Then when B came home from work this morning and announced that he can always see where The Hooligan's friends pee on our front fence and plants after a party. I was completely grossed out. I thought of all the times I've been watering out there and the grass or a branch from a bush would touch my leg. EWWWWW Stranger Peeee touched me!!!!!!! Like a freakin' horror movie. (shaking off goose bumps)

So the minute I got up, I went out front and shot the hose all over the pee spot essentially rinsing the area where the pee line went from the bush down to the street. We don't have a sidewalk, it's a country area so your front strip just slopes down to the asphalt.

So starting my Sunday off weirdly by hosing Stranger Pee as if I'm trying to help it grow.

Blessings

Today is gloooomy outside and fairly cold. But thanks to my Grandson Camron, it's pretty warm and fuzzy inside. Feeling grateful for all the little things he says and does that make our days such joyful occasions. 

Where the hell are they laying their eggs?!

Well, for a first post I hate to be bitching, but oh well. Our 20 something hens pretty much are spending Fall the same way they spent most of Summer. Not laying eggs in the nesting boxes. 

Nothing has changed. It' the same damn wooden, shavings-filled nesting boxes they've always had, in the same damn location. Yet, suddenly they are either NOT laying, or they are laying in a mystery location. 

The thing about mystery locations is that when we finally find the nest in a bush or old pile of wood etc, it's full of eggs we can't use!! I mean, we COULD maybe try to guess that the cleaner eggs are fresher, but it's not exactly a science.

So today I was about to make coffee cake and had to turn the oven off. For the first time in years we have NO eggs. So my husband (we'll call him B, I hear that's how bloggers refer to their spouses) Bruce went to the nesting boxes and found ONE egg today. 

In protest, I'm not going to use it today. 

So there. 

Yes, I know they won't notice.

And it's such pretty Fall weather out. So breezy and crispy cool...clear skies and the trees even sound different at this time of year because some of them are changing color and/or loosing leaves.

 But noooooo, no baking. dammit