The Chicken Palace is coming along!

Work on the Chicken Palace continues. While Gordon was out there the other evening, Tristan discovered one of his favourite treats:

"OOOOH! Treasure!"

"MMmmmmmmm! Paper towel!"

"Nnahr nnahr munch munch nyum nyum!"
(Note how he is holding the paper towel under his paws and tearing off tasty morsels.)

"So delicious, but gets stuck in the teeth!"

"But really, I'm an angel. Make sure you get my best side!"


Meanwhile, back in the barn, a dust mask that will not protect against the stench of severed-head-soaking-in-jar-for-a-week swings from the newly-erected coop door:

Yep, that Cornwall Police Department door is now installed, the new gateway to the Chicken Palace:

And here is Super-Gordon, having just installed a lovely old window out of which the future feathered girls will gaze. He is putting another huge window in the space he's standing in, as we have an old one in the barn that we can use:

A boy and his power tool = happiness.

Here's another old window installed in the side of the downstairs barn. We'll replace that pane sometime:

The old stone foundation:

And away from the Chicken Palace, the lovely Naomi sunbathes on the front porch kitty-shelf. She's about ten months old now, and while still tiny, is definitely turning from kitten to cat.

And last, the only flowers currently blooming in my garden, and I'm darned if I can remember what they are called. Anyone?

H A P P Y S P R I N G !



PS: GUINNESS: Nectar of the gods!

PPS: Hi Happy Wombat Boy!