Saturday, June 30, 2007
We've discovered her name. While speaking to the owner, I mentioned that compared to last year's foal, this one was "Dumber-Than-Rocks". She laughed and suggested "Roxie". Later, I mentioned it to the daughters who'd come up with the same name independently. Weird, huh? So, until she goes to her forever owner, she's Roxie. She's incredibly cute, just quite a bit slower to learn about following Mags or learning to stand in the right spot to nurse.
Here is a video of her first attempts to stand last night. More photos tomorrow after my batteries recharge.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Having seen the cat Lazarus with the lust to kill in his eyes when around her, I feared that he'd somehow gotten in there with her and was making his move. Rather, I found Chicken Lickin' inside the toilet bowl and unable to get out. I don't know if she was needing a drink of water or needed to use the facilities. Likely, she was just curious.
Hopefully, the new chicken tractor for the big chickens will be complete this weekend, and everyone will have their own outside accomodations.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Ah, another question laid to rest for the moment. "But why does God let you itch?"
Humph! Another question, and this one not so easy. What was the advantage to humans to become itchy? I explained about plants that have protection against other living things harming them, and some of them cause us to itch. Some insects need to bite us to get their food, and their bites itch. But how does one explain allergies, asthma, itchy eyes? Perhaps because of our human nomadic existence, our genes ended up in the wrong climate or biosphere?
Another time, the boy asked how all the water stacks up in the pool. I pointed to the sides and how the walls contain the liquid. He wanted more detail. How is it that when you put your foot in the water, that there is water underneath, and the water moves aside for your leg? How does water keep together. Luckily, I had that answer, describing molecules of liquid being a good deal like marbles that on the ground, roll away from each other, but in a bowl, are all together. Okay, okay, that's simplistic, and yes, I do know about water molecules having an affinity for each other. He's five, okay? But his questions are tough!
I am trying to get live feed on the internet, so that you can check on her progress. It's not available yet.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Lauren found four baby birds dead today, and one still alive, though it didn't make it. At a friend's house, I smiled at the pastoral scene of a bunny running across her yard. Not ten minutes later, I heard one yelp and then a cat, not much bigger than the bunny, dangling the carcass from it's mouth. Today was a rough day for wild things.
I think, however, I am the only person I know that has a chicken in her bathroom at night. Chicken Lickin', rejected by all the other chickens and preferring the company of humans anyway, is taken into the bathroom at night to free the coop for the big chickens to roost. Tonight, we got home late, after chicken bedtime, and the chickens were hiding everywhere. Daisy the dog and I had a good old-fashioned chicken hunt. The fattest, oldest chicken that isn't worth her feed hides best. Tonight, she was tucked under the steps of the back deck, and I had to crawl on my belly through slimy leaves to get her. You can bet that I'm not going to be late again.
Monday, June 18, 2007
It started out well. The girls had planned ahead so that all the chores and pet sitting got done before they were to report for duty this morning, 8 a.m. sharp, as group leaders at vacation bible school. I planned to keep Wm with me, knowing how he did not enjoy the one day he'd attended last year before becoming a vacation bible school drop-out. Yet, as we neared the school, he said he really wanted to go.
Moms reading this will understand that my mind began a dangerous journey. With all of my kids gone, I could really get some things done. I could run errands, do the laundry, grocery shopping, get up to top speed and efficiency and, gasp! I could maybe have some time alone!!!
I could ride my horse.... I commited my self-named cardinal sin of "expectations".
Well, we arrived, and in my dream-induced psychosis, I bought the t-shirt. Wm was signed up. We found his group, he sat down smiling. I moved to the back of the auditorium and made mistake number two - I paused to see that he was okay. As I turned to leave, I caught the tell-tale red face, vigorous rubbing of eyes, and knew that I'd done it now. He was bawling.
I spent the rest of the morning helping preschoolers, who couldn't thread a rope through a tire, try to string pony beads on a piece of flimsy yarn. (Have I mentioned before I hate crafts?) Next on to making snacks for the whole VBS. My stomach turned a bit to watch them alternate filling baggies with pretzels and picking their noses.
Likely, Wm will not be going back, unless Anna can convince him to stay with her in her group. Myself, I hold no expectations.
And speaking of expecting, you might remember Maggie the Miniature Horse from last year. (See about April of 2006 in the archives.) We are again a Miniature Horse Birthing Center, helping Maggie during her confinement. She is "waxing" as of yesterday, and birth is imminent. She's "dropped" and we are losing sleep checking on her during the night. Make that "I" am checking on her in the night. The world is very quiet at 3 a.m.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
"Do you know the correct consistency?" I asked.
"Yes, this looks about right," he said tilting the bucket for me to see.
"Oh, about the thickness of brownie mix," I nodded.
Dh replied, "I see it more as the consistency of dairy cow manure."
Coming from different directions, yet arriving at the same point.
Friday, June 08, 2007
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
The man laying on the ground surrounded by munchkins is Mr. Krigger, the teacher of Creative Movement. William is the boy in the black shirt. After class, Wm. teared up, rubbing his eyes, wondering why HE wasn't going to any more classes with the other kids. I think it's working.
Later, I told him that Mr. Krigger taught and played the cello.
"Do you know anyone else that plays the cello?" he asked.
"Well, I do know of Yo-Yo Ma."
"Do you think that he......" Wm. paused. I'm expecting him to ask if Yo-Yo Ma plays as well as Mr. K. but instead I hear "....tells jokes as well as Mr. Krigger?"
Later in the evening, Wm asked me if I had Mr. Krigger's phone number. He wanted to call him to let him know that he was coming the next day, and not to start class without him. Unfortunately, I told Wm, Mr. Krigger has a secret number (wink).
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Then, we went on all the water rides. I've never been drenched like that in my life. The day was a blast but we've all agreed (except for William who wants to know when we are going again) that once a year to this park is more than enough. There is just too much blacktop, noise, people, and overall activity for us country folk. And it wasn't even peak season! It was fun though, and the rides are amazing technology.
The thing that bites my butt is how such a place can justify literally robbing people. How do you justify charging $3.50 for a 20 cent bottle of water? Or $4.50 for a hot pretzel, $5.00 for a 99 cent Icee? How about $6.99 for a hot dog, bag of chips and small drink kids' meal? I don't mind paying a surcharge for being at the park, but this is just robbery. I guess I'm just a miser. We managed with smuggled in water bottles and food we tail-gated in the parking lot.
Friday, June 01, 2007
"Mommy, you're the best mommy I've ever had!" (Obvious response is that I'm the only Mommy he's ever had.)
"I love you more than the planets!"
"Well, you know everything! Like the names of the treeeeees, and that horses have bones in their tails, and how seeds grow, and that dogs have bones...." (We're all laughing by now, and wondering what it is with the bones already.)
And the best one:
Wm. and I were reading a Berenstain Bears book in which Mama is having a cub. Teasingly, I ask Wm if he'd like a baby brother or sister. "You can't have another baby, I know."
Expecting him to declare me too old, he went on to say that I was "too skinny". Bless you, child! If only I could keep him from growing up!
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