The Great Egg-scapade

It was a chilly, rainy, spring afternoon and the dogs, cats and I were lounging around and doing nothing much:

 But I had accumulated three dozen eggs (well, 35 to be exact), and decided to clean them out of my refrigerator:

 So I cracked all 35 of them into a nonstick pan:

 I scrambled them and distributed them into six dog bowls:

 I put Seamus into the laundry room with his own bowl because he, like me, needs to limit the quantity he eats. I put the other five bowls down on the kitchen floor. To my surprise, Daisy and Caspar marched right in and began helping themselves:

 At first, the dogs were unsure of what that odd, gooey stuff was - but they soon figured it out:

 In the other part of the kitchen, Jack, Bugsy, Sammy and Daisy helped themselves to scrambled eggs (note the accumulation of cat toys by the door on the right):

 Miraculously, all my animals eat together without conflict, sharing and waiting their turn, though having plenty of bowls surely helps keep the peace:

 Bugsy and Sammy moved over to taste some of Fergus' eggs. He didn't growl, but he accelerated his eating speed:

 And then they all lay down and burped while I washed dishes:

 You didn't see Seamus formerly because he was alone in the laundry room, but the other dogs and cats hadn't been able to eat all of their eggs, so Seamus did the cleanup after I let him into the kitchen. Then he too lay down and burped:

 Daisy, Seamus, Daphne and Jack all joined me in the computer room while I put this post together. It seemed to me that this had been a great success, but that night all the dogs vomited and had diarrhea. It was a horrible mess. I will try again in the future, but only with a much smaller quantity of eggs:

A Visit With My Sister - Part 3

Despite the bad weather during my sister's visit, we had a lot of fun. While passing through Malone, New York, we noticed that Bokie's 1950s chrome and pink drive-in diner was open for the season. Of course we stopped and ate lunch there. Bokie's is always fun and we always have a hearty meal:

We also visited my neighbors' sheep farm, less than a day after the first lambs were born:

Twin births mean tiny lambs, so the farmer puts mother and babies in a small pen to protect the little ones from being trampled by the flock and to help the ewe and lambs stay close while they bond:

We didn't dare enter the pen with the young, dangerous ram, but this pen had an old man of a ram who was content to ignore us as we visited. That's him lying down. He never even turned his head to see who was entering his pen:

On the other side of the barn was another group, this one without any rams, and all of the ewes were ready to give birth at any moment:

Doug, the friendly Morgan Horse, was loose and accompanied us wherever we walked. He likes people, sheep, dogs, cats - and nearly everybody. He likes company:

This mother had two lambs, though one was behind her when I took the photo:

Another pen of ewes. The colorful markings, like the red blotches, are used when giving medications so the farmers know who has been dosed already. Imagine trying to keep track without marking the animals!

If you remember a couple of earlier photos of two lambs born ahead of the others, they had by this time grown rapidly to an amazing size. We stopped and said hello to them before we left: