Monday, April 28, 2014

It finally came.

One of these things is not like the other. . . 

We got the chickens as new babies on Christmas Day.  And we've waited, and waited, and waited.  Andersen was sure his was a rooster, so he named it Captain.  But so far, there are no signs of any of the 4 chickens being a rooster.  And yesterday, Abby finally found the first egg.  She was sure it came from Captain, which made Andersen a little confused and sad. . . Because he was so set on his chicken being a rooster.  Last night he decided that if the egg really did come from Captain, then he better rename him.  Because "Captain" is definitely a boys name, and Andersen's girl chicken shouldn't have a boys name anymore.

I'm just glad they haven't died since Christmas.  We'll see how they do in the heat of the summer.  Even with all the poop I keep finding on my patio, I have found myself getting quite fond of these little chickens.  Weird.  John. . . well, not so much.  But he tolerates them fine.  And now that we're starting to get eggs, it might be worth it.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Buster tries flag Football

He loved it! Every practice, every hit, every flag, every game.  And he especially loved chewing on that nasty mouth guard all hours of the day.  So gross!  I'll be happy to throw that away aft the last game.