And really? I can't call them chicks any longer. They're hens. Plus one roo.
But their tenemant days are almost behind them.
The hen house is just about complete. In fact, just this past week:
*Fred built me a B-E-A-U-ti-ful gate. About 8 feet by four. Nice latch. The works.
*I finished chicken-wiring the wall between the henhouse and the rabbit pen so they won't be able to fly on over to chat with their furry neighbors.
*We got the rest of the planks cut and nailed in place to finish the wall.
*We put in plywood along the back wall to cover the rotting drywall that was there.
In fact, they could almost be in there now except I want to put a ceiling in over the rafters so they can't fly up and out and nothing else can creep and crawl down to mess with my hens or their eggs. I was going to tack chicken wire to the rafters, but b/c I am brilliant, I realized I could make use of a bunch of old vinyl siding that was stored up in the barn rafters. It's flexible, it can be stapled, it will help hold some of their heat in during the colder weather, and it's FREE!
After working on it for a bit the other day, I came in and Fred asked me how the chicken wire project was going. I said,
Repeat after me...
I am married
I am married to a mother effing GENIUS.
to a mother ... huh? What did you do now?
Anyway, I ran out of staples so I had to suspend the project temporarily. But this weekend, as God is my witness, I will move my little chickadees to their new abode.
Tune in next Friday for pics of them in their new digs.
Meanwhile, here's a picture for you now. The same ol', same ol' picture of the juggling chick. You know the drill. Click the brown button. And thanks for your support!
Like Mr. Rogers used to say (paraphrased), Won't - you be - my Followers?
A Little History
Quite frankly, I don't know what I was thinking at the time. We went from 3 kids by birth to "oh, let's adopt a 4th" without a whole lot of deliberation.
While adopting said 4th (in Kazakhstan), we met a young man of 8 yrs by the name of Borya. Thought he was a pretty nice kid and years later found out we could adopt him too. Only thing was, he came as a 2-in-1 package with his younger sister Ylia. What the hay, said we, and rushed headlong into the adoption process. Again. To adopt two kids that were 10 and 13 at the time.
Started a blog to keep track of where my head was in this adoption game. When Borya and Ylia arrived home, we were suddenly the proud parents of six kids, ages 9, 10, 11, 11, 13 and 13.
That was back in 2009, but I still blog. I figure what doesn't make us laugh makes us cry, and I'd rather be laughing.
Also? We live on a farm(ish) with a few dozen critters. You're just as likely to read a post about the farming side of things as you are the parenting side. Thought you might want to know in case you have allergies or something.
As for the structure of this blog, I pretty much post on a daily basis, and I tend to be all over the place in what I write about, so if it's nice, neat and compartmentalized you're looking for, be off with you now, you won't find it here.
I do have some structure, though, I'm not a total bohemian. I roll like this:
Mon: Mirth Monday. A little somethin' to make you chuckle.
Tues: Sometimes Adoption Tuesday, sometimes A Tip For Tuesday, sometimes random thoughts.
Weds: Wordless Wednesday. Usually a photo or some artwork from myself or one of my oh-so-talented children.
Thurs: all random, all the time.
Fri: Farm Friday. Speaks for itself.
Sat, Sun: More random musings.
Feel free to explore and don't be shy -- drop me a line to say hello, and be sure to add yourself as a follower. Feeds my ego in a big way. I'm very insecure.
Cast of Characters
Meet the fambly:
Our Family in 2009
I'm on Top Mommy Blogs!
An award? For ME?
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