Sunday leftovers

JohnnyCashCat has developed a sense of entitlement with the recent wintry weather.

Every time he stands at the door asking to be let inside, he expects me to open it, and I comply.

Resistance is futile.

I've been trying for weeks to get a picture of the doves all lined up, sunning themselves on the barn roof.

Talk about flighty...all I have to do is stand in the window and they take off.

Every time I see them up there, I'm reminded of Amelia. 

It was three years yesterday that she made her first appearance at the 7MSN.

If you don't know her story, click on the label "Amelia" in the list at the bottom of the page.

She was such a character. I wish she would have stuck around.

Solveig in Northern Alberta e-mailed me this week, asking what became of the egg in the cupboard,

which, as predicted, I had forgotten about. It's been six weeks since I stashed it there,

in the name of proving and/or disproving the egg freshness test.

Would it now float in a bowl of water, proving itself unsafe to eat?

Yep. It floats. Not safe to eat and time to throw it away...

...but not before I cracked it open to see what it would look and smell like.

For the record, it looked good enough to eat and it didn't smell at all, which surprised me.

I didn't put it through a taste test.

As a chicken and burro keeper, one might think I'd know the grammatically correct way
to write about "laying" eggs and "lying" down to take naps.
In fact, I struggle with "lay" and "lie" and every permutation thereof
every time I try to include one of those words in this blog.
So when I saw the chart below somewhere on the internet this week,
I immediately saved it to my desktop and share it here, hoping someone besides me will find it of use.