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It has never failed. Every year, ever since I can remember, in honor of my sister's birthday, stores sell candy, teddy bears, fancy cards, and you get to have a party at school, even when she's not in your class. How cool is that? And now that she teaches first grade?  She has a party at work for her birthday, and all (or at least most) of her kids give her cards.  And we'll probably eat out tonight...after all, Naomi's Day only comes once a year. :)

Yesterday afternoon we made our second venture to the Wicked Chicken Auction in Wilson's Mills. The first time we went, the first time they ever had it, we were home by about 4pm, which worked great. So I'm thinking it'll be about the same this time.  Ummm, no.  We get there, a little late, and they have built shelving since the first auction to hold all the birds and critters. By 4pm we realize they're not going to finish the auction before 4:30. You can't pick up what you buy until the auction is over. So we head to the van, make sure Bobby's class materials are within reach, call his Mom, and make arrangements for her to come get me while Bobby goes to church.  It was a little after five before the auction ended, and then I had to stand in line to pay and pick up. By the time I got home and unloaded and had everything tended to, it was 6:45pm. And while we laughingly tell each other this was our Valentine's Day gift to each other, the reality is, we'd have gotten most of these eventually anyway. But still, how many girls can say her husband gave her a bunch of biddies for Valentine's, er..Naomi's Day? :)

Say WHAT? I have to share this box with HOW MANY biddies?

chowtime
(the lighter ones are Buff Orpingtons, the cream and brown are Gold & Brown sexlinks)

like pigs in a trough

I love how they stick their whole head inside when they eat!

forget passing or politely moving...just stand on the feed dish!
(see how its wings are starting to feather)



This is what happens when your husband leaves you with money and the bidding number.
Your 13 biddies become 23.  Too bad I lost out on the Auracaunas.

And Bobby's winning bids. Ugly things, these guineas.

I think their heads are the ugliest part.

Whatchu lookin' at?

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