Green Eggs

Thursday night I was up late, and at one point I went outside and I could hear the chickens squawking in the woods, which usually means something's out there. I ran out to the woods to see what was up, only to realize that it was night and I couldn't see anything. I went back for the flashlight to find the chickens pacing around the coop, anxious and nervous. But I didn't see anything. I trained the flashlight all around the coop and under the hen house, and then I heard a snap on the other side of the pen. It took me a while, but eventually I started pointing the flashlight in the trees, and that's when I found a large possum about 12 feet up a tree next to the pen.

Laura won't let me have a gun in the house, so that's when I went back for the baseball bat.

It took two throws, but then I connected. The next day I went out to check on the chickens, and that's when I discovered that our second hen, "Penny," had just started to lay eggs. And they're green.

Really the two stories aren't related, except that for the briefest of moments, when I first saw the green egg, this thought went through my mind: "Maybe the it's the possum's."

Subbing for Laura

Laura has had the pukies for a couple of weeks now and hasn't been able to post much; or eat, go to town, juggle, speak French - though some of those things she couldn't do before the morning sickness, in all fairness.

We got prescription medicine for her yesterday, and so far it's been promising. In the meantime, I (John) am subbing for her on our (Laura's) blog. This is a picture of me at my desk doing just that.