Chicks Rock

Ok, so the girl you knew in Tampa, is now the girl you know in Georgia, or North Carolina, take your pic. We have moved to our mountain house that is right on the NC border but is actually in Georgia. I have NC phone number and power company and am unable to call the Georgia government offices since their toll free numbers don’t work if you have an out of state number. To simplify: I have a NC home phone, a Georgia home and a Louisiana cell phone.

We moved up here Feb. 8th at about midnight. We had no water or heat or phone. So there we are, with Katie and the dogs and cat, scrounging around for wood to build a fire so we didn’t freeze. We had to have the gas company come out to work on the heater, we broke 4 water lines and now have a lovely hole in the ceiling that we can’t find the replacement ceiling tiles for. Oh yeah, since then, we discovered a supply line leak in the downstairs bath. Oh, and my washers supply line is leaking. Thank god Tom can plumb.

Our 26ft moving truck would not go down the driveway and we basically ignored it the first day, hoping it would unload itself. It didn’t. We ended up hiring 4 mexican guys who used my minivan as a shuttle service to unload everything.

We’ve had the meadow bushhogged, the driveway gravelled and the house bleached. We’ve been mudded in, snowed in and rained in. It took 3 weeks and 16 hours of on-hold time with Verizon to get a home phone.

Katie is in school, they have a very similar program up here and she is doing very well and has dethroned the queen of the class, much to her teachers joy. You know Katie, always wants to please.

For the burning question I know you are asking. Yes, I have goats. I have two lovely female pygmy goats. They are approximately 6 months old and could use some “petting up” which, is no problem. They cry when I leave now, even though they are still pretty shy. Turns out, their stomachs are louder than their brains.

My shock of the day, I had to explain to my mountain living, pickup truck driving, redneck friend what a brooder box is.  For those that don’t know, it is where you put your baby chicks until they are ready to go outside.  Mine is all ready and we’ve put a wooden egg in there and told Katie to wait.   She has an unnatural love for chickens and eggs.   I’m going to suprise her Friday.  I’ll pick them up after dropping her off at school, bring them home, let them get settled and then, when she comes home, they will be waiting.  She keeps checking the box and saying “wait!”  She’s even been watching chicken videos on youtube.  Crazy, I tell ya.

I suppose I should introduce my step-dog, Cudjo.  He is the neighbors dog, but apparently, we are part of his territory.  He lets himself in, makes himself comfortable and basically, lives here when he chooses.   I think he and Biscuits have a little thing going on, so thin.k of him as the dirty boyfriend that comes over all the time.  Frito, however is not amused.  Here’s a pic of Cudjo sitting outside the goat pen praying I change my mind about him being able to eat the girls.

Yes, I know my page looks hideous, I swear as soon as I learn everything there is to know about chickens, I’ll slog through the themes directory and find something better.

Meanwhile, here is a pic of Katie that makes her cry.