All Of The Animals, A Qualitative Study

After many strenuous hours of walking around with my camera, and sometimes Oscar, I've finally completed a photographic catalogue of all of the animals here. The bug section is a little incomplete, but who cares about bugs. You'll notice there aren't any pictures of snakes, because there are NO SNAKES in Arizona. Comforting, huh? I've also taken the liberty of naming them, regardless of whether they already have names and/or actually belong to me. A short biography of each animal may be included, depending on whether I like the animal or not. Here we go:

Kalish

Kalish you've already met. He used to live on top of the stove (except when it was in use) and watch me make huge messes in small spaces; but I relocated him into the living room due to the fact that it's suddenly 45 degrees in the kitchen as soon as the sun goes down. He enjoys making angry faces, staring, and blowing bubbles. I read on the internet that when he makes the bubbles it means he's feeling sexy. I'm going to look into getting him an ugly brown girlfriend as soon as everything else in my life gets taken care of and "squared away" as we say here in the Army. Kalish is a nickname actually, short for Kalishnikov; which according to Husband is superior in every way to the M16. I like it because it rhymes with "fish".

Henry and His Harem

Henry is a very impressive rooster who heads an equally impressive operation inside Scott and Jeanine's impressive chicken house, or coop or whatever. Now I realize that Henry is also the name I chose for the first hummingbird to grace the feeder on my porch, however Henry the Rooster was named by Husband the Specialist. And honestly, anyone who is willing to play the game of naming other people's animals with me deserves the gratification of having their name ratified. Even if it's already been "taken". Specialist had a charming tale to support his choice. It went like this: "When I was a little boy..." and then I died and called him 37 sweet nicknames in a row and said you can name the chicken anything you want. I'm an pathetic sucker for any type of husbandly reasoning that starts with "when I was a little boy...". Hopefully he won't figure that out for another couple of years and be able to use it against me for the rest of our lives.

Henry lives with these other chickens:

The Redheads

I don't think they're twins, I think they're just exactly the same color.

The Black

I walked in on The Black Chicken laying an egg once. It was terribly awkward and uncomfortable.

The Blonde

I'm sorry, but Blonde is the cutest one. Look at all that FLUFF!

To be continued with the exciting chronicles of Oscar, Guy, Mia and Lizard On The Fence.