Fenner Find of the Day

First of all, running change total...
$28.39!!!

And I really hit the jackpot today with all the little knick-knacky things I found, so I'm going to have to spread them out over a few days.
Today's though...

I have decided that these white speckled Ikea mugs are my 3 favorite mugs in the house, and I refuse to use any other mug from now on. This morning I actually stretched past about 20 other ones to get to the last clean Ikea mug on the top shelf. What can I say. I know what I like.

Morning on the farm.

The only good part about waking up is coffee in your cup.

--Kelly

Cheeeeekens

This was taken before "the incident."

I will never eat these eggs.
I will never eat these chickens.
I will never eat the bull.
The thought just makes me sicken(s).

I'm running out of room in the fridge btw. What should I do with the old ones? And by that, I mean, is there anyone whose house you would like us to egg?

--Kelly (and Dana's camera)

Down on Fenner Farm There are Some Really Noisy SheepGoats

Today, wonderful readers, we talk about the goats and sheep.
These animals have four legs, a bristly sort of fur, and loud human sounding cries.
They also like to clamor around and knock their feeders over when they get excited for food. (and as a side note, I've only missed throwing the hay into that back feeder twice. Thank you, thank you, please quell your applause. It's embarrassing. No really, stop. I could never accept your WNBA offer.)


And here below are the ravenous goat-sharks eating.

Today, one goat in this pen who has horns got his head stuck in the fence and then refused to let me help him out. He kept trying to maneuver his head through one of the other holes, making him look like a thread in a loom. Then every time I would push his head back, he would only push back, apparently thinking it was some kind of see-who-can-push-the-hardest game.
I eventually just cut his head off.

Just kidding.

The good part about this job is that I get to hold a knife. Which I have since misplaced. I had to use mini hedge trimmer things this morning.
And my nails were wet, ok!! It's not like I'm always this dainty and delicate.
Then again, maybe I am.
--Kelly (and Dana's pictures)

Fenner Find of the Day

Lovely Readers,
First of all, I would like to say welcome to Granpaw and Granmaw! I feel like the 2 of you should be involved in this somehow and let us know how Winnie is doing.

Also, I'm saving our big news story until Dana and I can write it together, seeing as it was quite possibly the most traumatic experience of our collective lives.

So for today...
Running count of loose change on Fenner Farm...
Drum-roll please...

$5.35!!!!!!!!

Go out and buy yourselves something special you crazy kids!
Too bad you don't have it now, otherwise you could have bought some more Tiger fudge.
Deeee-licious.

--Kelly

(P.s. I'm going to keep updating you on the change I find. Who knows. You could end up being millionaires!)
(Oh and this count includes the rusty porch pennies. Hopefully those weren't there for some kind of long-term science experiment that's been occurring for as long as I can remember)

Fenner Find of the Day

Hello Lovely Readers (i.e. Fenners),

Since Dana has thus far been Bogarting the posting, I figured it's about time I stick my 2 cents in.

I've been spending a lot of time out on the farm re-organizing and control-freak-cleaning the house in my spare time. This whole organization thing seems to be a latent gene that has just appeared. Thanks a lot, Mom.

But anyway...
In my cleaning attempts, I've found quite a few...mmm...interesting things.

Today's:

...you guys got some SPLAININ' to do.


Oh and Mikey tried to escape today. Good thing he's not a normal cat who would rather have wet food over dry food, and all I had to do was shake the dry food to make him come running back.
Weirdo.

--Kelly

Beatrix Potter

Beloved Wonderful Follwers,

On behalf of the International Insane Cat Society {IICS}, I would like to introduce you to Beatrix Potter. Do not let her sweet sky blue eyes and velvety pink nose fool you. She is psycho, crazy, cracked, nuts, lost her marbles, and beyond all help. She enjoys dancing across the floor toting q-tips and pencils. She is very much a morning cat I have discovered, as she bounces across the couch shoving her face in my hands demanding for a pet. She too is a bob tail Siemens rescue cat . . . which is probably why she is partly . . . no not partly . . . more like 98% unwell.

{i went upstairs to get her and she was all set up for a glamor shot}

-- Dana

Crime Scene Clean Up

Dearest Wonderful Faithful Readers,

Everyone gags . . .
what makes you gag is the key here. We found what makes us gag . . .

Have you ever seen vegetable barf? No, not someone barfing up vegetables . . . but the actual vegetable its self vomit up its own filth and grime. Well we encountered this very thing. We should have been wearing HazMat suits when we began our journey-- nay QUEST-- of clearing out the refrigerator. I am exaggerating a whole heck of a lot. No but really . . . decide for yourself.

{Kelly polishing the shelves}
{please notice the PLETHORA of chicken eggs in the drawer}
{the 1,000 jars of P B & J}

{the unknown creature living in the veggie drawer}

--Dana