Yesterday was a three-egg day!  Big.  stuff.  I doubt our two chickadees laid all three at once, though.  Momma has gotten a teensy bit lazy behind on checking the nesting box.  But Ginny and Hermione don't mind a couple of extra eggs hanging around; we've tried to give them lots of treats to boost morale through the winter.  In terms of treats, they definitely have a preference.  For example, I brought out the following:

wilted celery greens
multi-grain bread crusts
a few broken strawberry frosted mini-wheats 

Guess which treats they a) completely ignored, b) stared blankly at, and c) clawed over top of each other for and inhaled before they touched the ground.  Tomorrow we're talking about the dangers of chicken diabeetus and regulating our sugar intake, right ladies?  Mini-wheat fight notwithstanding, the chickens get an A grade for laying the most eggs we've had all week.

Staying warm

 
Dino, on the other hand, gets a big fat D for taking advantage of the fact that I had a baby in my arms and jumping up on the poor Scharrers when they stopped to bring us a delicious meal (which, by the way, is extra-appreciated since they have 4 of their very own tiny humans to feed).  Dino sort of redeemed himself by licking Baby's face only once when she was doing tummytime at his eye level when we both know he could have done much worse.

Guiltyface

Since I'm finishing this post up on V Day, here is a smile from our love bug

and a brutally honest Valentine from the interwebs:


Happy Valentine's Day!

Sara