I am smoking up the house baking a salmon filet at high temps. There was something spilled in my oven, obviously.I have a window open and fan blowing outwards. Hey, it’s 33 degrees out. Almost tropical.
I hate the fact that I can’t get anything done on days that I work. Or on days that I don’t work, for that matter.
Guess what? Two of the six baby chickens have just turned into roosters!~!!!! Clove, the lovely white one with rust colored spots on his wings, and Cinnamon, the yellow one with dark rust wings just sprouted the most beautiful tail feathers and are now mounting their sisters. Sigh.
I think they have been hiding the fact that they are roosters so all the adult roosters wouldn’t attack them. I have never heard either of them crow. They are very handsome boys. Now I need to see if there’s a way I can keep some of the boys corralled by themselves. Apparently they don’t fight as much if they aren’t with females. Sheesh.
Ah, time to take the smokey salmon out of the oven!