I think 2011 has been the most irregular blogging year for me ever. It’s been a crazy, hectic year. But a good year in many ways.
For those of you who haven’t given up on me… as mentioned in my last post, I have lots of pics from my recent girlfriend getaway weekend.
I always take lots of pics, but this time I had an ulterior motive. My girlfriend Tracey, who hosted this year’s shindig, is also the host of the Granny Trace Scraps and Squares blog. She doesn’t have lots of time to take pics around the home place. And doesn’t know how to edit pics like me. So I figured I’d capture some blog material for her.
I love a good excuse to take even more pics than usual. 🙂
Tracey’s house is like a country craft store. Except nothing is for sale. Oh, and you don’t need to walk around in fear of breaking stuff. The place is cozy, warm, and full of love.
I’m not exaggerating. Not even a little bit. See for yourself.
That Piper is one photogenic pup, isn’t she?
I even managed to get a few nice shots of Tracey.
That’s one of my favorites, ’cause she’s showing off her Christmas chicken. I found that months ago in an antique store. As soon as I saw it, I said, literally, “Oh my God, that chicken has Tracey’s name written all over it!”
Now, some folks might be all like, “Oh, nice. You got me a used cookie jar for Christmas. And it’s a chicken.”
Tracey loved it. Because she likes chickens. And old stuff. Besides, that cookie jar just happens to look like Big Joe, her largest, most rambunctious rooster.
Tracey has lots of critters.
There’s Piper, of course.
There used to be more, but this is December. Thanksgiving just passed. And these birds are thankful they didn’t end up on someone’s table. (Tracey is planning on growing her own turkeys next year, so she needs to keep these alive.)
There are quite a few chickens, too. I didn’t count when I was there, but just this morning her blog said she has 37.
Thirty seven chickens!
At first, these birds were camera shy. Of course, it was towards evening when I made my first attempt at capturing some shots of them. Maybe the flash freaked them out? Who knows. But, by the next day, these bad boys were all about getting their picture taken. Really.
In that shot, Joe is looking dead-on at the camera. Here’s a close-up of his face.
See what I mean?
And Moses, the rooster with white on his wings, who had run previously every time I even though about touching the camera, was posing like there was no tomorrow.
I even managed to get a nice little group shot.
The hens have names, too. I just can’t remember them.
If you’re wondering how Tracey can name critters she’s planning on eating, don’t fret none. She only names the critters they aren’t going to eat.
That unfortunate flock confined to the coop is the “dinners.” Those are the eatin’ chickens.
And that’s it for your tour of Tracey’s lovely country home and the critters of Turtle Tree Farms.
Now, I think I’ll go make myself a nice egg sandwich…