In an attempt to maintain order we (I) piled the kids in this one teeny tiny cart. I'll let you laugh a minute before I confirm with you that indeed - it did not work. We would periodically walk away from the cart and say things like,"wonder who they belong to..."
This is how the girls feel about the chicken house.
Our first egg! Woo! We're in the poultry! Except there is one that is not laying and we have got to figure out which one it is. She'll be nuggets as soon as we find out. Poor Favorite Girl was so sick in this picture, but nothing was going to stop her from checking the chickens every hour for our first egg.
This is Red. We pretty much named them what color they are or where they hang out in the pen. So we have Red, Blacky, and The Two Over There. You know, that helps us to feel farmish.
Hunky Officer standing next to his creation. I swear, if we have a tornado, I'm going to the chicken pen. When that man does something, he does it right.
Beeauuutiful Snowball Bush. I know they have a real name, but don't know what it is. Best Granny always called them snowballs and so do we.
The Officer planted these rosebushes last year and listen, if you do not have a green thumb, get these. They are great. We haven't touched them and they bloom like mad.
Hunky Officer standing next to his creation. I swear, if we have a tornado, I'm going to the chicken pen. When that man does something, he does it right.
Beeauuutiful Snowball Bush. I know they have a real name, but don't know what it is. Best Granny always called them snowballs and so do we.
The Officer planted these rosebushes last year and listen, if you do not have a green thumb, get these. They are great. We haven't touched them and they bloom like mad.
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Tell Best girl that that chicken pen smell is "the smell of money".
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