Friday the thirteenth is always one of my favorite days.  It just feels like anything should be possible, you know?  Kind of like a blue moon actually taking place.  But in order for such a wondrous day to occur, there has to be a bit of quirky in the week building up to it.

I guess that’s what this chick was thinking when he stuffed himself in the feed bottle.

Don’t worry, I got him out with nothing hurt beyond his pride.  His feet feathers were showing around the bottom, so the other chicks would get curious about these fluffy black bits in their food and give them a tug, making the chick startle and cheep.  Not a dignified position for a chick to find himself in.  On the upside, that’s how we found him!

The truth is I’ve had a pretty good week.  Worked out the design knots for a new coop system we’ve been needing to finish, made our first ever very-own spicey curry chicken–

and hatched an adorable bunch of silkie chicks and guinea keets–

who have sat down to successful peace talks and agreed to stop eating each other’s toes!  Yep, a pretty good week…if you’re not looking at word count:

Which really hasn’t budged.  On the upside, I figured out a few chicken-worthy weapons, such as their super versatile egg grenades!  And, who know?  Maybe I’ll have a hyper-awesome writing-on-Friday-the-thirteenth day, to make up for it?

How was your week?  Got anything worthy of Friday the thirteenth in the works?

Share, share away: