Just When You Thought We Were Weird

We got weirder.

There are now 8 baby chicks living in our music room.

My original vision for the music room was a formal parlor where the pillows were always placed just-so, where fresh flower arrangements graced the coffee table,

where visitors would sit on well-upholstered sofas and sip tea.

But there's actually no sofa in that room  

and we don't drink tea anyway, 

so since the image is already blown,

we may as well blow it big time by adding a little farmyard to the parlor.

Here, Cholita is holding her chick, Mrs. Howell.

Poor Mrs. Howell.  She was carried around in a pocket much of the day yesterday.

Mrs. Howell, and her friend, Ginger (my chick) are Buff Orpingtons.

Among the other ladies (we hope they're ladies) are 3 Black Australorps

and three Silverlace Wyandottes.

Cholita is currently serenading them with her ukulele.

Nothing but high society here in our parlor.