My arms are so sore.  I spent most of this weekend reverse gardening - digging stuff out instead of putting stuff in.  It's been so rainy all those perennials are perfectly happy sitting on top of the soil.  Which has allowed me to do a thorough job of preparing the garden bed I want them in.  I've been threatening to remove all the non-blooming orange day lilies (ok, there was a handful of blooms last year, that's how I know what color they are)  When I went into the bed with a shovel I realized there were more day lily bulbs then dirt.  After a weekend of fun filled digging (and pruning dead willow shrubs, and pulling ferns and weeds) I have a nice, bare patch of soil where I can put all my new plants - just as soon as the rain lets up.  I also had this:

That's the back end of a full sized subaru - filled almost to the roof with day lilies.  Nothing else.  Just lilies.  I threw them all into the dtich on our property along the edge of the road.  This variety of lily usually grows well in such places - and hopefully they'll have space to actually bloom.

It takes a lot to keep going at a project like that all weekend.  So for breakfast on Sunday I made:

Ginger pancakes, fresh CSA strawberries, and home made whipped cream - with the cream scooped off the top of fresh milk from our neighbors and some honey.  Who cares if the whipped cream was a little runny, it was delicious.  I practically HAD to garden all weekend to work off the calories from eating a pint of whipped heavy cream though...

And in chicken-y news I think the babies are officially teenager birds now.  Well, it's not what I think so much as what mama chicken thinks.  Saturday night she and the babies bedded down in their little shelter, sunday morning she led them out into the world.  But on Sunday afternoon I spotted her nonchalantly picking bugs out of the front lawn with the babies no where to be seen.  I admit to panicking a bit.  But when I brought out some tasty grain and called all the chickens the babies came running just as quickly as the adults - just from a different corner of the yard.
At bedtime mama chicken went up on the roost with the other adult birds, and when one of the babies followed her she actually jumped down again, walked back to the little shelter with it, ducked inside.  And ran off again as soon as the clingy baby had settled down.  (we called him/her the failure to launch bird all evening)
This morning (it's raining) the babies didn't seem inclined to run outside with mom still ignoring them.  And in an unusual move Looney (our rooster) hung out inside with them.  He usually doesn't mind rain, so I wonder if he's figured out he's got a confused batch of new birds to keep an eye on.