My husband is very considerate. He is always thinking of me, putting my interests forward and striving to do the things that make me happy. Therefore, he was very concerned that I would feel the Empty Nest, the Chicken- less kitchen, severely. He didn’t want me to go through that trauma so suddenly. Ever thinking of me, he brought these home for me…. and my kitchen.
There are ten Black Australorps. They are a breed that originally came from Austrailia. They cheep with an Aussie accent. They were a day old when they entered my kitchen.
The little guy in the corner, upside down is just sleeping. They were so little they could get inside the feeder and would sometimes just fall asleep in there. The white one is a Polish something that apparently doesn’t come from Poland but from Norway. I am very confused about his decent. HIs accent is very confused. It’s a fun one in that it’s feathers on it’s head will grow really long and floppy.
I no longer have a fowl-less kitchen. A crisis was averted.
Pixie and I were walking along, hand in hand when she said “Papa is thinking of getting me a horse.”
Oh really?
I later asked him about this and he can’t remember the conversation but leave it to Miss Literal to not miss anything.
“Yes, so I can ride in the parade.”
I see.
“I want to be a bear in the parade.”
My mind pictures a cute little brown bear costumed Pixie on top of a horse in a parade. Why does she need a horse for that? She could just walk. Her little voice interrupts my vision of her in a bear costume walking the parade route.
“I don’t mean a costume…”
Can she read minds?
“I want to have a flag and be a flag bear on a horse.”
Discussing important things.
Typical teenage response- I’m outta here!
A new home! A bigger box.
It’s asleep atop its water.
One of these days, I just knew, it was going to happen.
One of the kids would experiment with cutting their hair, specifically their bangs. The Boy, being the oldest, was scissor challenged because I would hardly let him touch the things. I drilled into him “Scissors cut paper! Never hair!”
I thought I was still being diligent about keeping the scissors out of reach. There was the one little incident when Pixie cut a bit of her hair but it was in the long portion and easily hid. I renewed by efforts of scissor banishment and on we went.
But then, with the girls being more interested in crafts than their brother ever was, the scissors came down and were left out in the open. So very tempting. Calling her name, I’m sure.
So she took them, hid, threw away the evidence and hoped no one would notice.
Umm, yeah. Not noticeable at all.
So I trimmed it all up; at least she left a bit, it wasn’t cut at scalp level.
*Note: I am behind in my postings (you didn’t notice that it was pretty quiet around here, did you?) This happened in April but I had to put it up. You can see in her birthday shot how things are growing out. I will continue to post some things that have happened and try to catch us up as well as insert some newer things.*
****Note to Editor: I bravely used a semi-colon. I hope I didn’t cause you a heart attack as it’s probably improper usage. *****
For the third and last time we have a five year old.
We had friends over on Saturday to help celebrate The Boy. He had wanted mint chocolate chip ice cream cake so being Julia Child in disguise I whipped one right up. Snort. Internet recipes- what a blessing!
I took the cake out a few minutes before we needed it so that is would soften up and be ready to cut. But then this happened-
I don’t know if the freezer door hadn’t been closed all the way the last time I was in it or if I lost track of time time and had it out too long. I also think the ice cream was a brand that was particularly soft. But whatever the reason, it was melting and melting fast. So I snapped a few photos and we cut it up. It wasn’t until we had some on Monday, the true birthday, that we put candles on it. It looked a bit worse for wear.
But The Boy didn’t seem to mind.
It sure tasted good though.
Last Sunday, Resurrection Sunday. our little church put on a production depicting the Da Vinci painting, The Last Supper, and the last days of Jesus life. It took pretty much the whole church working together to pull it all off. There was a choir, the twelve Apostles, Jesus, a Narrator, towns people, Roman soldiers and an angel. This is the second year we have done this so we knew what we were getting into this time. Last time it seemed to keep growing on us! It’s a very moving production.
Col. Panic was the narrator and sang a song.
Three of the cutest towns people.
The angel at the empty tomb.
He has risen!
The biggest challenge since getting the chicks has been to keep the kids from loving them to death. They are constantly wanting to hold them. The chicks are so cute at this stage.
Miss Sunshine learning how to hold a chick.
Fourteen of them. We have since lost one. We don’t know if they are girls or boys yet- we’ll see what we get.
We have talked, off and on, about getting some chickens. This spring Col. Panic started searching through the internet for information about chickens and then brought some home.
Here are four Barred Rocks being placed in their new, temporary home.
Then more! This looks like a Rhode Island Red. It was hard getting good shots with all the heads getting in the way.
All set up with their feeder and water. Heat lamp to come.
Click to get a bigger picture. Everyone was fascinated watching the chicks.
All huddled together. It’s a new adventure we are embarking on.
