In typical me fashion, I got a wild hair tonight and decided to jump right in to that dyeing-ones-own-roving thing. As a sys-admin, I really really really ought to have that whole RTFM thing down by now, but, well, yeah. It’s vastly more amusing to actualy *do* something than it is to *read about* something. So I busted out with the Wilton’s and the vinegar and I went to town.
Ugly Town, apparently.
If I can face the shame, I’ll post pictures at some point. Right now I’m in denial. It’s better that way.
On the chicken front - the babies are rapidly growing, and the eggs! Oh, the eggs! I candled the eggs again tonight, and one of them has a thin enough shell that I could see CHICKEN! Not just CHICKEN!, mind you, but MOVING CHICKEN. With heart beating. Pitter pat, pitter pat. Holy CRAP it was cool. Straight out of some Nova special, that was. If I could find the damn tripod and figure out a way to hold it all still and have the camera take a little video in the dark, I so would. All y’all need to see this.
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