Twists of Fate

I tell you, I have been in a foul mood for weeks now. Too much stress, not enough sleep or “me” time makes for a cranky Moirae. Add to this the most vicious case of PMS so far this year and it’s a recipe for my own personal thundercloud, following me around and raining on my head and anyone in the vicinity.

I came home from battling the mobs at the Lake Forest Park farmers market, and already I’m exhausted. But I gathered my purchases, and as I left the car, I saw my landlady out with a camera, taking pictures of something in the grass. At first, I was like, “why is she taking pics of one of the chickens?” And then I looked a little closer.

TEENY TINY BALLS OF YELLOW FLUFF THAT PEEP!!! One of the chickens has, apparently, been brooding, and hatched eight chicks this morning. Just this morning! These little balls of PEEPing hilarity were only hours old, but already out for a stroll with mom. They are so incredibly cute! And funny!

Alas, they moved off to explore as a mob once mom was done with the crookneck squash the landlady had given her as a personal treat to make up for days and days of sitting on the eggs, so I didn’t have a chance to run in and get my camera. But I’ll hopefully be able to get a pic before they all grow up or the coyotes get them.

So cute, and a total cure for the cranky!