Dirtier windows. Do your pigs make a mess of your windows?
And how about your kittens? Do they sleep in your feed bags?
Does your cow have a fringe? (They call them bangs in America). Elsie is about to go Bang if I take one more shot of her.
Do your Big Fat Pigs smile with you?
Are your gates frozen shut?
Does your Marmalade cat rudely point out the cobwebs in the barn?
Do your chicks have imaginary legs?
Are you ready for March the 1st. The first EVER kitchens garden random chook house incubation hatch date? 
Does your sheep dog match your cows?
Can your LuLu cat do this?
Why, yes they can and do and will. Lucky us!
I hope you have a lovely day.
Your friend on the farmy
celi
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The Kitchen's Garden 
59 responses to “Dirty Windows”
Dog snot on the kitchen door, from Mac high to Eli high and also on the living room window where MR. Mac climbs up the back of the couch and sits on the window sill, (log walls are really thick). He does this til he hears me coming but leaves evidence of his crime on the glass. The two horses have fringe and Winston the donkey has a kind of sticky up fringe!
I wish I had a pig to dirty my windows! Wouldn’t that be something in Milan…me trotting around town with my pet pig. Ha!
Love it 🙂 Am off now to see what else you’re getting up to…you’re so busy (nothing new there, then)!
A big “YES” on the frozen gates. Also, I have to take a crowbar and clear frozen snow and muck from the edge of the barn doors to get them closed Every Single Night. Then I have to dig more snow away to get them open again next morning. It’s been a cold, snowy Winter here in MA, and as on the plains, it ain’t over yet. One foot in front of the other!
I love that your sheep dog matches your cows. 🙂
Your incubator experiences sure do stir up some memories, Celi. At one time, Grandpa tried his luck raising 2 pair of Chinese Pheasants.
http://beautyofbirds.com/goldenpheasants.html
Though they laid eggs, none ever hatched. Soon he found a man, a former neighbor, with an incubator and he and I would drive out to the suburbs with the eggs for him to place in the contraption. For the next 2 Sundays, we would return and candle the eggs, looking for signs of life. We never did have any luck but that didn’t deflate Grandpa’s hopes. He was certain that “this egg” was the one.
As for the dirty windows, my back door and Nancy’s have windows that are the perfect height for Max to sit before and peer into our kitchens. If I’m not at the door to let him into the house, he’ll proceed up the stairs to Nancy’s porch and look into her home, weather permitting. Our doors’ windows, as a result, are covered in smudges from his muzzle. When I send him to doggy daycare, I wash the window upon my return home. At least it’s clean for a few hours that way. 🙂
Oh no your poor grandpa.. I love hearing stories about him though! c
Fabulous shot….really wonderful..