After that things went well. Happily the big items sold and did not have to be stored in the garage again.
Among the items that I wanted to see go were a pair of heart shaped wicker wreaths that you see a picture of below. My friends were cracking up at me as we were pricing things on Friday because I kept telling them little stories behind everything. Finally when I got to the wicker wreaths Jen (from Grace and Glory) said, "Oh...you have got to blog about this!!!!"
So now I will tell you the silly little (and I do mean little) story behind these wreaths.
You see I've had these wreaths for....um....twenty years. I got them at a close out sale a fabric store was having in the town Husband and I met and married in. I always had the intention of doing something with them...you know like putting some dried flower arrangements in them and hanging them on the wall with a pretty ribbon or something. But in never happened. Everytime I would go through my craft things I would think, "This time I'm going to get to those and do something with them."...and...I never did, or have, or whatever. Finally, this time, in my bid to be a little more ruthless I decided to price them and put them on the sale table!
Which I did.
...and I still have them. Yep, that's right. They are now so out of date decor wise, that they did not sell.
On to the chickens.
They are growing and displaying signs of being what they are...chickens. We let them wander around the yard during the day when the dog is at work with Husband. They munch bugs, fight over worms, eat my roses and poo ev.er.y.where. Things in the greenhouse attached to the house are getting very dusty and...errr...poo-y...sooooo the chickens are moving this weekend to new digs further out in the yard. Away from the house. In an enclosed chicken area. Where they can poo to their little hearts' content. I'll post some pictures next week after we have the new coop built and show you what their new place looks like.
We have been amazed at their rate of growth. I never knew chickens grew so fast! Our only concern right now is whether they are hens or roosters. One of them seems to be maturing a little faster than the others in her comb and wattle area. If in fact she is a he, he will have to be moved to our friends place out in the country. We don't want to call any attention to ourselves with a rooster in the suburbs.
Thanks to all the rain and warm temperatures last week, the chickens were able to feast on a delicacy. Mushrooms.
I point you to the picture below as an example of what I found in our yard on Friday. That was the first dry enough day we had had so that I could go out and check on the garden. At first I noticed a mushroom here and there. Then I started really looking at the ground and discovered we had almost as many mushrooms in our lawn as blades of grass.
To say the least, I was a little creeped out. Apparently we have one big fungus among us, lurking just below.
We're supposed to have more rain tomorrow and again later in the week. I'm sure the mushrooms will appreciate it. And so will the chickens.