Molly the Mole Hunter

This is our Molly.

She is a little low on brain power, generally, but she has a couple of areas in which she excels. She can run like the wind, for one thing. She can catch birds in mid-air. And she can find moles and catch them like you have never seen.
Why any mole would want to live in Tennessee I cannot understand. I realize that they probably dont think about their relocation options very often, but they should. Tennessee dirt is incredibly hard and can barely be called dirt at all. It is clay mixed with rock and I feel certain also with Quikcrete. This has not ever stopped the moles or Molly either for that matter.
I walked by our window this morning and saw her with one foot in the air and her nose on the ground, so I stuck around to watch. I didnt have to wait long because the entire process took about 15 seconds.
She lifted one foot and then the other foot, she sniffed the ground in two places and then she literally jumped in the air and landed digging. She did 3 swipes with the paws and had a hole. She stuck her long skinny nose in there and pulled out this thing...


I mean seriously, how gross is that?! Chris is a freak...I would never pick that disgusting thing up.

This is the entire hole she made. She is very efficient. One rain will wash the hole away, but I am sure that little tunnely thing the mole made will be a mushy, muddy spot when it caves in.

Go Molly! You are our hero of the day!

The Chickens have been liberated from their Rubbermaid home.

And moved to a Little Tykes home....in the yard. Because chickens are smelly when in very enclosed places. And I am over it. I would have liberated them to the big chicken coop, but they would surely be pecked to death within minutes. Chickens are mean like that.



As you can tell by its overwhelming cleanliness, no one ever plays in this thing. As such, it has housed chickens before and at one time resided permanently in the big chicken coop. The chickens seem content and are liking the change of scenery. Rubbermaid box for a month cannot be very exciting. A little grass under your feet and an occasional earthworm is what makes a chicken happy, I think. Happy chickens give me more eggs (eventually) and that is what we like to encourage around these parts.

Pets We Love!--REVISITED!!

Here are the new additions.


See the whole story and more pictures HERE or click on a photo for the whole photostream.

Pets We Love!

Here is a picture introduction to all the Rowetopian Pets that we love on everyday--some get more love than others.

First, because she is oldest and deserves some respect as the head honcho, is Molly. She is a doberman and was named after Mrs Molly Weasley because they both are sweet, but a little scary.


Next is Bella. She is the prissy indoor doggie that really wants to be a roughhousing outdoor doggie. She is a Boston Terrier named after Bellatrix Lestrange or Bella Swan--it depends who in the house you ask. She and the Baby Girl are the best of friends since they get to hang out together all day. Baby Girl likes to "help" her take naps with really big blanket covers.


Continuing on with "indoor pets" we have these lovelies. These are Chris's- because he likes reptilely kinds of things. It is a sickness. Anyway, they are really more of observation-type pets as they really dont enjoy hugs and kisses much at all...thank goodness.

This is El Salvadore...in homage to his place of orgin, i think. Not cuddly at all. Rather ornery, in fact.


This, in no particular order because I cant tell them apart anyway, is Fyrtle and Myrtle. They are turtles obviously and Baby Boy named them. Creative isnt he...



And the last of the indoor pets, Dumpy. He is a Dumpy Tree Frog. See, more creative naming on our part.


To wrap up this little party we have the "livestock". These are mine. They make me have to go to the feed store and feel all farmery. I dont name them, but they are "the girls". I pretend those two roosters dont exist. Roosters, BOO!

Not particularly friendly or cuddly, but excellent providers of these...

And for that we thank them because we are low carb people and low carb people eat a truckload of eggs.

So, that's it. Chris wants some goats to keep him from having to mow the grass, but that requires lots of fence and fences are cost prohibitive. So, for now he will just have to mow.
We are also getting another bunch of baby chicks later in the month so you will meet them soon enough.

The Chickens are laying!! Hooray!!

In a mere 7 months we have progressed from tiny little baby chicks to grown up chicks laying nice, fresh, organic eggs yum for the eating--the eggs, not the chickens. Vegetarians never fear--we are way too lazy to boil, pluck and butcher any chickens so these will live to a ripe old age. We are only stealing their eggs--no harm done, they barely even notice. And yes, the green eggs taste just like the white ones, only cuter, fresher and much more fun.