Ahh, Spring

 Here we have Mr. C hunting for eggs a few days ago; a test-run, if you will.  He actually sucked at it a lot less than I expected. 


I was a terrible egg-finder as a child, missing those that were right in front of my face.  It was yet another running joke in my family.  I think the year I was thirteen (and, yes, still wanted to search for eggs), my mom contemplated drawing me a map for the eggs she hid around the living room.  Oh, she didn't, of course: she knew full-well there was no way in hell I'd have the cognitive capacity to interpret a map.  My family would instead laughingly revert to "Hot and Cold" clues, as if I were a two-year old. 

Well, this year, my two-year old couldn't understand the concept of "Hot and Cold", and I was able to find almost all the eggs I'd hidden for him five minutes before.  And without the use of a map.  So, hardy-ha, Mom and Dad, guess who's laughing now?

In other news, we let the Chicken McNuggets out into the yard again yesterday for a bit of fresh air.  See the structure they're in?  That's the base of the Papasan chair I'd acquired just before meeting Bee.  I loved that chair, he hated it, he refused to let me set it up when I moved in, and I just as steadfastly refused to give it away; so it has spent the last five years, skeletal-like, on our back porch or leaned against the side fence somewhere.  But look how perfect it is for the short-term housing of chickens!  Thank God I didn't get rid of it!  Eat that, Honey!

Note also the ginger-colored predator watching with interest in the background.  Once the chickens are full-grown and roaming freely, we're taking bets on who will win that fight.