This Mothers’ Day I nominate Trevor as mother-of-the-year. Trevor is Tabby’s Silkie hen who has gone broody. How can you tell a chicken has gone broody?
She bummed six fertile eggs off of me and plopped Trevor down on them. 21 or so days later she managed to hatch five of them and is still holding out for six.
She has one white, two solid black and one splash, the fifth one died shortly after hatching.
Not bad given that I put ten eggs in an incubator and only got two chicks.
This video is especially sweet given how high pitched Tabby’s voice is.
While her chicks are cared for under the wing of Trevor, mine are in my bathroom under a heat lamp. Nature wins over technology.
I’m not going to write a depressing blog about Mother’s Day because frankly, I’ve done it many times and it’s gotten old.
Yet I am still trying to figure out what exactly will make me happy on Mother’s Day, a holiday fraught with personal baggage.
I don’t want stuff, I don’t want to go out to brunch at a packed restaurant, I don’t want flowers and candy, so what do I want?
I want to be acknowledged for the things I do as mother, and for that one day don’t want to do any of those things. I want a quiet day to reflect on my journey.
That means no meal prep, no grocery shopping, no cleaning, no scheduling, no driving.
We got off to a bumpy start this morning but I got my wishes across to Loony and it’s been good since. Now I must remember this for next year and give him a reminder. He’s not that great at coming up with stuff on his own but he is pretty good at following instructions.
The rest of the day has been spent cutting the crap.
But first I should catch you up. This weekend started off with a very fun but exhausting happy hour.
About the exercise part. That does not look like a happy hour to me. I’m more like this …
It was the usual deal, start early and end early because come 7:00, the kids get tired of chasing each other around the neighborhood and want to come inside the house. No can do.
I think there were about 40 people, kids included.
The best part was when Leah showed up with a basket full of kittens for us to play with.
I was wiped out when everyone cleared out around 7:30.
God, I’m getting so old.
But it’s been a hectic week and socializing isn’t really what’s on my mind. You’d think I had a baby on the way or something given my manic project oriented state of mind.
I’M NOT PREGNANT!
I’m still tying up the loose ends with all the house projects. I had guys in the house all week installing windows and doing touch up work.
I’ve had bad luck in the past with getting stuff done. I live in a constant state of anxiety as to whether they will actually show up and finish the job. These guys were great.
It’s all good stuff but it makes things hectic and there is a lack of privacy that comes with the territory. It’s just how it goes.
The other problem with fixing things up is that it makes everything else look crappy. As much as I love my shiny new chandelier, it puts a fine point on how filthy the other ones are in my house. So I decided to clean my chandeliers … one crystal at a time.
I did all this while binging on podcasts. I don’t know what I’d do without 2 Dope Queens. I worked on the crystals out on the porch so I could keep an eye on my hens who were getting some free range time.
I wanted to make sure Bates didn’t get any ideas about them. I have been making a point of letting the girls out daily because the other day a woman walked by the Poulet Rouge and muttered a shitty comment about my chickens needing more space.
I blogged about it here.
My Parasitic Twin was with me when it happened and she was ready to kill that lady.
“Where’d you get that sweater set, bitch? Bangladesh? I bet.”
I try to not let it get to me and find something constructive to do with the negativity, like clean my chandelier while babysitting my chickens.
So today for Mothers’ Day I spent the day on my butt, deleting photos.
This might not sound like fun to you but it feels so good! I had 45,000 photos (as in forty five THOUSAND) on the cloud and I’m not upping my subscription to iCloud to make room for a bunch of shitty photos.
I used to be good about editing pictures each month and organizing them but the new iPhoto is so dispiriting that I kind of fell out of the habit. Since I easily take ten photos for every keeper, I figured I just needed to devote some time to it.
Now I’m down to 25 thousand pictures and counting. I got rid of 20 shoeboxes worth of photos my friends. Granted, they are virtual but you have to quantify things somehow.
I’m culling out duplicates, misfires, pictures that are practically identical to each other but at the time I couldn’t part with, pictures of other people’s kids (I mail the good ones to them before I delete them), random landscapes that hold no meaning, ALL the pictures of the crap I’ve gotten rid of, etc.
As Nina astutely pointed out, I have copies of all my blog photos on my blog so I don’t need them on the cloud. So today has been a nice trip down memory lane and it being Mothers’ Day, I’ve had a chance to reflect on my journey as a mother and the people who have been there for me.
It has been very sweet.
Happy Mothers’s Day to anyone who has ever cared for another being, whether you are a man or a woman, whether it is your child, someone else’s child, a friend or a fur baby.