It was a sad day for the Thurston kids. Our chickens finally started laying eggs, after months of feeding and taking care of them. But, everytime one of them layed an egg they would cackle up a storm. Since we aren't really supposed to have chickens in our neighborhood, we started to get worried about ticking off our neighbors with the noise. Dwight's bro has a lot of land, and a load of chickens to boot. So I called and asked them if they wanted FIVE more. (They of course did) It was a piece of cake to get Lil' Puddin' Tater, Bessie, Bertha, and Luigi in the box.
Mario was another story. I had to chase him toward the boys, while they got prepped to grab him. (This was our lovely chicken yard. The chickens layed their eggs in the center blocks, so soft and cozy)
Mario was their fav, so we got a final farewell shot with him.
We got them all loaded into the car and headed out to the in-laws. I was feeling kind of bad, cause it was their pets, but the kids were having a great time on the drive. Then we got there and they helped take all the chicken to their new coop, and made sure their cousins all learned the names of their new chickens. As we were pulling away, heading home, the melt downs began. Apparently the kids didn't think that their cousins chickens were as well cared for as their own. (I guess a couple of them had beaks that were busted off....sick) The kids didn't get that their cousins chickens were just a source for eggs, while ours were pets that happen to lay eggs. It's been a pretty emotional week ever since. I finally couldn't take it anymore, and I may have promised to go look for some sort of new pet this weekend when Dwight is around.
Calvin's day sure perked up though. He had scouts today. It usually lasts about an hour. After two, he was still gone. I was starting to get a bit worried, and was just about to head over to look for him, when he came running in the house with the BIGGEST grin on his face. He was yelling for everyone to come see what he made. HIS VERY OWN TOOL BOX!!! Now he has someplace to keep his chizzles and screw drivers. (**a note for some of you who haven't been around Calvin much, he likes to chizzle letters into things like cars and trucks, especially if they are brand new. And he likes to take apart things like vacuum cleaners, dvd players, video game consoles, or anything else that would cost a load of money to fix or buy) But look how happy he is.
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I suggest mice as pets. They are so self sufficient you won't even know they're around!
Don't smother Calvin's spirit! Someday he's going to save you a ton of money by fixing stuff that has been broken around your house because of all he's learning now taking it apart. Believeachoo me, I had a bro just like him.
I am frankly surprised you kept those chickens as long as you did. Cookoo!
Amanda, you did warn me.
Landee, I am worried we may end up with some mice with all the uneaten chicken food around. I think I may have to bring it up to your house to shove up in your drywall.
Too bad you didn't take Cher when we HAD her. Now she belongs to some other lucky family.
For serious parakeets are great pets. You don't HAVE to take them out of their cage. Feed and water them once a week and put fresh newspapers in ever two weeks. Just make sure to feed them, unlike Brains who starved his to death and ended up stiff as a board on the bottom of the cage.
::a moment of silence for Twitters::
Not Lil' Puddin'!!!! I recommend just tossing a tortoise back there. Easiest pet ever.
2 cub scouts = tons of homemade tool boxes. We have like 6 or 7.
Tortoises can live to be like 100 years old. My friend got one unaware of this fact. She doesn't keep a journal or anything so she's just going to whisper all their family secrets to the tortoise and hope that it passes it on to the next generation.
Jenny, it was Lil'Puddin'Tater. You can't forget the Tater.
Chickens are nasty. Now when you bring a salad for dinner I don't have to stress out that the egg is from your chickens in your backyard. I could just picture the feathers floating in the top of the pot as your boiling the eggs.
actually they only had 3 the rest died and one had a broken beak we were scared and worried
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