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Its big but not big enough!!
nearly as big as Lorna’s Chooky egg!!

How pleased was I today, when I collected our chooky eggs from the girls and saw Frankie ‘perched’ on top of the collection of fresh eggs.  She did look funny with this enormous egg poking out from under her, pushing up one side of her body.  Its not Frankie’s egg but one of the ex-batt girls.  I rushed indoors and grabbed the weighing scales just to check that my friend Lorna’s chicken still holds the record this week, for the biggest egg, her chook, Jalfrezi (they are all named after curries ;O) ) laid a whopper at 94g and she sent me a text photo to prove it!!  So Lorna, here it is, one of the ex-batts is giving Jally a rival for the title, 90g!!!!!….next week the titles ours!!

The Farmyard Button Series.

Keeping on the chicken theme I have some new lampwork buttons…Farmyard Series! Chickens, Cows and Pigs so far, but Donkeys, Horses, Sheep, Dogs and Cats all coming soon!! 

Laney x

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Our Meg.

Our Megan
Izabel – hating her photo shoot

This lovely little mog is our Megan.  She is roughly 20 yrs old and is quietly sleeping her way into very old age.  No longer does she hunt, or scratch the furniture, she gently snores, undisturbed as her hearing is not what it was.  About 17 yrs ago, Megan was in a rescue home on the Isle of Sheppey, down in Kent.  We had a number of mogs from this Cat Protection League, starting with Felicity, aka Psycho, because no one else could have her and she was going to be put down, long story short, I was very pregant, Ben born less than 12 hours later on 31st December 1993 (but wasn’t very big so managed to convince the lady that I was child free at home…not quite a fib, just a bending of the truth! ) and during some of the worst flooding in Kent I convinced my friend, Nikki, to drive 140 miles, – she had a 4×4 –  round trip to get Fliss, not that we were rewarded for our efforts as Fliss really was psychotic for many years, before finally becoming brave enough to venture out and was then taken on the road, it was very sad, not least because the night before she let me stroke her for the first time.  But.  Our Meg.  Another desperate case.  Another battered cat.  Another phone call….this time my son had been born and it was April 16th 1994 (I remember silly things like dates, except birthday’s I am always late for those!) so Megan and Thomas (another ‘tail’ for another time) came to live with us.  Megan was about 3yrs old and had been so viciously beaten and abused that to this day, 17yrs later, she still mistrusts all humans.  She is the smallest little calico cat with the smallest little tail and one of the biggest personalities in a cat I have ever seen.  She keeps Izabel in check and batters poor old Claude into submission if he dare get above his station, for the rest of the time, she sleeps.  She looked so sweet today, lying on the towel Ben left out on the table where I pot my plants and Ben dumps his kayak stuff, she didn’t even know I was there.  Its so nice to see Meg quietly sleeping, I couldn’t resist the photo….enjoy :O)

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Connected with the modern world!!

…all by myself!  I have a blog and as a repressed author I am going to make the most of it. 

I started off trying to put a comment on someone else’s blog and ended up finding an old subscription that I had and updating it…successfully…and customizing the page and everything…what a clever girl I am!  Well, today has been fairly normal, took Iz to the woods and had a lovely time throwing the ball, finding the ball, picking up poo and chatting to other doggy people.  The things we do.  Came home, Ben washed all the windows for me, so now you can see how dreadful they are from the inside :(, the sun came out, so I promptly forgot to put the washing on the line and left it in the machine.  But.  I have got some fantastic chickens cooking in the kiln!!  I was asked to do an order for chicken beads that could be hung from a window, as a sun catcher and after several experiments have made them out of transparent glass, some even with reactive centres and they looked fab going in the kiln, fingers crossed they look that good coming out!  I collected Charley from her friends late afternoon and nearly three hours later both kids have yet to have a full blown row so I think its going to be a nice evening….and there are those that wonder why their dad works nights!