Today the temperature being in the forties allowed me to let the girls loose to roam what yard they could find. Periodically I would check on them, but knew they were fine. A short time later I heard a tapping at the front door and found Miss Pearl. "Sorry honey you can't come in you know daddy's rules".
I returned to laundry detail. How two people generate so much laundry is beyond me. A while later I heard one of the girls start in again. Usually this loud voice means 1. a predator 2. an impending egg. Out the door I go, Georgia looks at me as if to say, "I didn't do it".
Well, I must have walked right by Miss Pearl (Santa really needs to bring this girl a razor). Pearl has a fixation with our grill, I am not sure the reason why but it has become her sole territory. (The girls still have not forgiven me for filling in their window box with boughs and pine cones.)
As I looked closer what to my wandering eyes should appear, but an egg. Miss Pearl decided to bestow her beautiful blue egg right there on the grill. My she was sure proud of herself. Can't say as I blame her.
Sometimes I feel as if I am on an Easter egg hunt and here it is Christmas. Well it does keep things interesting around here.
Good night from Dog Trot Farm.
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I returned to laundry detail. How two people generate so much laundry is beyond me. A while later I heard one of the girls start in again. Usually this loud voice means 1. a predator 2. an impending egg. Out the door I go, Georgia looks at me as if to say, "I didn't do it". 
Well, I must have walked right by Miss Pearl (Santa really needs to bring this girl a razor). Pearl has a fixation with our grill, I am not sure the reason why but it has become her sole territory. (The girls still have not forgiven me for filling in their window box with boughs and pine cones.)
As I looked closer what to my wandering eyes should appear, but an egg. Miss Pearl decided to bestow her beautiful blue egg right there on the grill. My she was sure proud of herself. Can't say as I blame her.
Sometimes I feel as if I am on an Easter egg hunt and here it is Christmas. Well it does keep things interesting around here.
Good night from Dog Trot Farm.
11 comments:
Great photos! I love the last one.
Happy Holidays.
Sandy
Found your sweet blog thru My New England Life! I gasped when your banner came up on my screen. G.O.R.G.E.O.U.S.!!!
ahh, what a sweet little thing! and so generous to let you know of her gifts when they arrive...would it be possible to sneak her in for a bit??? ;~)
I just want to say thank you to each and everyone for the kind comments about my home and blog. Once I get through the holidays I intend to sit back and catch up with everyone. Thanks to all, Julie
Julie I hear ya on the laundry and have to add trash to that question. I don't know how just two of us can generate enough trash each week to fill a big old garbage can that works for our neighbors of 4! I am so happy the girls got out today and jealous you had temps in the forties, it has been COLD in Missouri.
Miss Pearl does certainly seem proud of herself and maybe a touch of "what the heck just happened?". Nice of her to gift you with an egg close to the house :) Beautiful sunset at Dog Trot!
I look forward to reading your great stories about the girls, just tell them to keep those eggs coming! Tell Winslow We'll see him soon.
I just love the girls Julie. That is a beautiful sunset!
Now go do more laundry!
Love that last photo,... very worthy of a contest or magazine!
When you gotta lay, you gotta lay (an egg).
There's never a dull moment with your ladies Julie, what a joy they must be. I adore that view let alone the glorious sunset!!!
With this cold weather I'm not sure I'd bring Miss Pearl a razor all that quickly. A girl needs to keep warm! Besides, it's starting to look like a scarf.
Your weather girl says 7 degree's. My gosh it's cold outside!
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