Intuition

How I hate when it's true, and it's not a happy intuition. All day yesterday I felt the niggle, which carried into today - worrying about my flock. 

The one day I didn't get to see my girls yesterday, as we'd left them indoors all day as we had to rush after work to get to the Robbie concert, and Cam fed them out and tucked them up for the evening. Turns out my darling matriarch Mrs Weasly had passed away during the day - no rhyme or reason as to why - and was found peacefully in her cage last night. Cam didn't want to tell me until today so I was upset on the way to Robbie, and now it makes sense to my why I've had this feeling. Not many people will be as attached to their hens as I am. how I will miss her cheekiness, her extreme nosiness into everything I did,her welcoming heart for all of our new hens and little babies who needed extra careful gentleness, and her flying into my head each night to get to the feed bowl first. She was a far better person than most people I know. Rest in peace, my beautiful Mrs Weasley. 

My Instagram feed

Is legit pretty horses, random calves and photos of Ed Sheeran.

My life in a nutshell. 

Ironman food

This happened tonight. Breakfast for dinner. Ohhhh yeah. 

Weights

Trying to eat healthy. Brought salad and protein balls for my work day lunch. Get to work and there's 12 glazed Krispy Kreme donuts, an entire slab of double chocolate birthday cake, 2 packets of arnotts assorted biscuits and everyone's talking about fish and chips for lunch.... Errrrrrrr.

In other news, I weighed Moopy this morning. He's 12 weeks and two days old, and for a calf his age, he should weigh around 68-73kg (150-160lbs). He weighs 165kg - or 363lbs. Ummm...

Biker bargains, cheeky monkey and karma sutra

This insanely hideous but fabulous biker jacket cost me a whole dollar yesterday. Hello, bargain!

This little monkey casually escaped his paddock today, giving me minor heart failure as I went to free him breakfast and he was nowhere to be found. Turns out he was just lurking on top of the hay stack rummaging through our junk pile.

 What was this company thinking of making this their logo?! Hello, kinky drafts person.

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Random act

Of kindness is done for the day (possibly year, actually. I'm kind of a selfish mole).

I saw on Facebook that a girl was tracking down a copy of yesterday's newspaper as her friend got engaged in England, and with time zones etc, she wanted a newspaper with yesterday's date on to make a cute scrapbook for their engagement. How sweet is that? I knew we had some bits of a newspaper left from yesterday - what didn't start our bonfire - so I said I'd send it off to her, and now we're having a lovely little chat about weddings and England and honeymoons and Pinterest... Basically all of my favorite things in life. Karma is good today. 

Chicken shopping

Last night I was allowed to leave my sick bed and enjoy a delicious dinner with my friends for two whole blissful hours. Mental stimulation for the win! It's kind of a Friday night tradition to catch up with them at our little local restaurant, have a few wines and a chat, and order exactly the same thing we order every single time... The worlds most delicious cannelloni. It is so delicious that it in fact makes me long with a real physical ache for it when I even think about it... God, I need to get out more. 

I woke up this morning feeling a bit better, but kind of grumpy - another two days of nothing to do but 'rest', which basically means sit in bed and watch Netflix or continue my obsession playing on TripAdvisor. So I begged husband to let me take a trip up the road to the chicken farm, and do a little chicken shopping. I basically try and source rare breed chickens that are a bit fancy pants, and the chicken man had some amaaaazing birdies there today. However, he's retaining the majority as breeding stock, so it was just window chicken shopping today. I have my eye on a couple of breeds he had there today, but the fact they have to wait until nightfall to enter the Silver Campines cage to collect eggs and clean/feed them because the rooster is so evil and abusive, kind of put me off getting a vampire hen. 

There are a couple of big auctions coming up halfway across the state over the next month or so, so I basically plan on dragging my poor husband along to buy me some birds and chat the ears off the breeders and learn more about a couple of chooks that tickle my fancy. My plan to enter some of my girls into a show in October needs a little more enthusiasm behind it than I've been lately, mostly because I know how badly I will be mocked by my work colleagues when they find out I've taken a day off work to take Ursula, Dolores, Bathila Bagshot and Buckbeak along to a chicken show. Like, I am going to be absolutely bagged non-stop. Which is fine. Not a lot of change from usual. I just reeeeally want a shiny pastel ribbon to stick on my way to make it all worth it. 

So today tripsadvisor and Netflix have taken a back seat to me researching Faverolles and spangled Hamburghs, and  searching all the rare breed sites to try and locate me a lavender Araucana. Sounds tedious beyond belief to most people, thoroughly over exiting to me. Did I mention I needed to get out more?!.