Raised flower bed project

My current project is to get raised flower beds put in so I can plant the 100 tulip bulbs I bought last month before winter comes. Eventually I would like to put in a porch railing as well.

I got them built and spaced, now I need to get soil and to paint them white. While I was out there I decided to dig up the paving stones that were buried in dirt and weeds and lay them back out on top of pebbles so they are higher.

Once I find some soil I will be able to plant the bulbs and make some plans on what else I can plant next spring.

That's a weird one

Well that's a strange egg

Cat is happy

I'm not a cat person

I am fully aware that I am not a cat person. And Cash and Paisley are not cat lovers. This stray cat doesn't seem to understand that as it's been hanging around for a month now around the chickens, in the driveway, and even in the back deck. 

It doesn't want to be near us and takes off running but always comes back around the house. So I bought cat food. Last night it ate a plate of dry and a can. Today it are another can.

I guess it is staying. 

Frogs - everywhere

At least once a week I go to press the garage door button and I see this.  Always a different frog.  Always sitting on top of the garage door button which is about five-and-a-half feet off the ground.

Too young for mommy-hood

A few weeks ago one of the chickens disappeared.  No sign of feathers or anything.  A couple weeks ago we got rid of our last rooster because he kept chasing people.  Sometime between last night and today another chicken went missing (thanks to the son not propping the coop door open and the birds all getting locked out at night, during a storm until I found them after 10PM.

So I went looking.  I was determined to find evidence of where this one went.  I finally saw something, and from a distance she looked like a bloated dead bird.  I thought maybe she got hit by a car and this was her body on the side of the road, wet from the storms that keep coming through.

I was scared to even touch her, well really I was grossed out.  I was scared she'd be cold and dead and gross.  But her eyes were open, not blinking, for a solid two minutes and I thought a bird wouldn't die with it's eyes open, would it?  I finally reached down and poked her and she turned and started attacking my hand.  So I reached down with both hands to pick her up.

These were all of the eggs under her!  I handed her off to the boy and gathered the eggs.  She'd been sitting on these eggs through the storms!  All but two were warm, although I'm not sure if any are fertile since we got rid of the rooster.  She was not happy but we moved everything into the coop.  They're all the same color so I suspect she's been laying in this spot, by the road for awhile now and then decided, during the storms, it was time to sit and become a mom.