Charlyn’s Web

(Click to enlarge and see her shoes.)

She has her googles on to be safe!

But maybe these two were better helpers.

What do you think?

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.

This shows how far behind I am at blogging but I wanted to share it.

This lovely thing, not the child doing a model impersonation, is my Mother’s Day gift.

It is tuned to the key of A or A minus, I can’t remember.   We hung it on the front porch but decided it wasn’t catching the wind there so we moved it out to the bird feeder.

I keep my kitchen window open a bit so I can hear them through out the day.

The chicks were growing up. Being teenagers, if you will.

The food would get low and they would fly to the fridge to get some more.

OK, maybe not. But they would get restless and start flying out of the box onto various nearby things. Like the table and the island. I was thrilled as I am sure you would be too.

They were staying up way too late at night, “talking.” We turned out their light.

They were simply getting too big for the box and needed more space. We’d try taking them outside for awhile each day to run off energy but it didn’t seem to be working.

Company was coming…the race was on to get a pen done.

The Col. had helpers.

Some were very enthusiastic and worked away even when a friend visited.

There were supervisors, too.

Nailing together the door.

In their very nice pen under their temporary shelter as they oversee the building of their coop.

Ah, I had a fowl-less kitchen again.

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. *****

First there was one.

Then there were four.

In the end, in a larger box, there were nine roosting on the edge. I don’t have a picture of that. Poor dears were running out of room.