All that angst for nothing
Because of the severe chin wound incident, Mary got to bed kind of late this morning. She woke up just a little before 4H was supposed to start. We guys, of course, were just sitting around, and hadn't done anything in the way of preparation. Gabe (the five-year-old) had even removed his shoes and socks. Come to think of it, so had Paul. Don wasn't any better. He left his shoes somewhere (par for the course for all of our boys).
So, I sent Don out to feed the dogs, while I got things together in the house. Mary went out and gathered eggs and fed grain to the chickens and goats. Both are optional chores -- the grain is just a treat. The chickens get laying mash free-choice, and the goats get all the hay they can stuff into their furry faces.
I went out and took a pitchfork full of hay to Mary's horse. For some reason, that animal has decided that she likes me. (Don't tell anyone, but I'm kind of fond of her, too. Shhhhh!) I let Mary take grain to the horse because that's kind of a bonding thing.
But, we were half an hour late before we even started. After having to convince all the kids to do what they needed to do, do the chores, find all the shoes and socks, and cram the three boys into the mini van, we ended up rolling into the parking lot an hour late.
But the parking lot was empty. 4H meetings are on the second and fourth Thursdays of every month. This is the first Thursday. No 4H for tonight!
All that angst for nothing!
But at least the chores were done. Mary still had to lecture everyone, of course. After that, we went to Mister Pibb and had dinner.
Since Paul was the star of the show today, I'm going to make him the star of the gratuitous pictures of the day. Actually, he and a guinea hen are sharing the spotlight.
Paul cautht this guinea. Notice the firm grip he has on the bird. Guineas aren't fond of being handled, and will flap and essentially go nuts if given the chance.
Who can resist a face like that? (All of our guineas have the same name, by the way: "Buzzard-Beak")
So, I sent Don out to feed the dogs, while I got things together in the house. Mary went out and gathered eggs and fed grain to the chickens and goats. Both are optional chores -- the grain is just a treat. The chickens get laying mash free-choice, and the goats get all the hay they can stuff into their furry faces.
I went out and took a pitchfork full of hay to Mary's horse. For some reason, that animal has decided that she likes me. (Don't tell anyone, but I'm kind of fond of her, too. Shhhhh!) I let Mary take grain to the horse because that's kind of a bonding thing.
But, we were half an hour late before we even started. After having to convince all the kids to do what they needed to do, do the chores, find all the shoes and socks, and cram the three boys into the mini van, we ended up rolling into the parking lot an hour late.
But the parking lot was empty. 4H meetings are on the second and fourth Thursdays of every month. This is the first Thursday. No 4H for tonight!
All that angst for nothing!
But at least the chores were done. Mary still had to lecture everyone, of course. After that, we went to Mister Pibb and had dinner.
Since Paul was the star of the show today, I'm going to make him the star of the gratuitous pictures of the day. Actually, he and a guinea hen are sharing the spotlight.
Paul cautht this guinea. Notice the firm grip he has on the bird. Guineas aren't fond of being handled, and will flap and essentially go nuts if given the chance.
Who can resist a face like that? (All of our guineas have the same name, by the way: "Buzzard-Beak")
posted by Nerd in the Country at 8:56 PM
2 Comments:
good god! its just prehistoric and freaky! if they didnt have that lil scruff of black feathers around their neck, they would have no charm at all! i must buy a bunch immediately! my own dinosaurs!!!!
Those birds are a hoot, for sure. They definitely have personality (but little in the way of brains). Be warned, though; they can be noisy. It's my opinion that they add ambiance to the farm, but others are really put off by the racket.
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