Thursday, July 17, 2008


I've come full circle. I heard a whistle yesterday as I crossed the street in a downtown area. I used to get whistles. Then came a time when if I did get a whistle, I'd check to make sure my skirt wasn't caught up in the back or I hadn't just passed an octogenarian eating watermelon. Now, I bask in the whistle, knowing I am fully responsible and deserving of a catcall - which is for my two daughters.

Raccoons hit last night. Lost two young hens, fortunately not Chicken Licken. William will be very upset, and I dread telling him because it was my fault. I left one door down on the chicken tractor. That door isn't normally opened, and I am sad I forgot to close it.


Flock Fold Kids said...

I am sorry to hear about the chickens.

Packsaddle said...

Well, Mom, I guess you need to do what any mother would do under those same circumstances.....dress up like a chicken tonight and catch that masked bandit!

We're with you in spirit.

Anonymous said...

they say that if you want to know what the girlfriend will look like in thirty years look to her mother....well, if the daughters are that good looking now i wonder what their mother looks like now...nice picture of them in barn with horse and brother..william..and from the way you typed the last sensing moms been a horse lover for some time too...just tossing out the response to a cat call...meowww


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