Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
* Thong gym shorts
* Overly-sharpened scissors that don’t close
* Powder blue Sissy-Boy brand sneakers
* Spine Mangler—the ergonomically incorrect backpack
* Blank ruler
* #3 pencils
* Ryan Seacrest lunchbox
* Formaldehyde wipes
* Bully-attracting body spray
* EZ-WEDGE undies
* Temporary teardrop tattoos
Sunday, August 23, 2009
According to Ivy, the chickies love it there.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Nobody wanted to sit down in the car but we had to get the little peeps home. After all, they had just spent days in that box without food or water!
Ivy still has her little chubby baby hands. Aren't they sweet?
And look how "cozy" that baby chick is!
Four at once. I am not sure how many kinds there are. Some differences are subtle and I am not sure if the difference is individuality or breed. We'll have to figure that out.
Temporary chick house. Blissful children.
This one is missing it's upper beak. I named her Pinocchio. What looks like a stub of a beak is actually just the nostril part. It is kind of soft, like cartilage. I really will be surprised if this one survives. Maybe it will find a creative way to eat. But it had better hurry!
One of the chicks arrived dead. I guess that was the extra. The rest, 25, including Pinocchio, were fine and frisky!
These are "Rainbow Layers". Several different breeds of chickens that lay different colors of eggs. Blue, green, brown(?) and I don't know what else. We'll find out. The blue layers, mixed with a brown laying breed will give pink eggs--at least that is what I have read.
Our chicks are all hens. That is what they tell us. They ship at one day old but I think that there is some way that they influence gender (rather than just determine it).
I will have to look that up.
Aww...Aren't they sweet?! Both of them!
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
"Kindergarten" I would say.
"Kindergarten, ah. Yes, that's right. I am getting bigger!"
"Yes, Vitali, you are getting bigger. But you are still very little."
"I am bigger than this cup!"
"Yes, you are bigger than that cup."
Vitali just beamed. Plus, he is 42 inches. He is very, very proud of that, too.
Misha was a very good teacher to Vitali. I was actually surprised because he normally thrives on opportunities to be bossy. But he very kindly showed Vitali what to do and waited while Vitali figured things out. Good job, Misha!
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Misha, totally confused by this emotive challenge, opted to exhibit what he felt was what we wanted to hear, "Indiana is bad! I don't like him!" (said in babyish voice) Since it was obviously an attempt to please us, we didn't feel the need to validate his artificial feelings. We simply coached him by introducing the concept of "no, we are sad because we like Indiana, but we need to take care of our family so it is a good decision". We explained the difference between animals and people, too. Since it is always possible that he is not secure in the fact that if he's badly behaved we will still keep him, this is something we want to be careful to affirm.
Planning on putting an ad for a free rooster on craig's list, Steve was mentioning this to a friend at church. She keeps chickens and offered to give him a home. Her rooster would keep Indi in line. In fact, it was one of her little silky roosters that is our other feathered pet here.
Steve, Annette, and Misha put Indi into the Cat carrier for the trip to his new home. I tried to take a picture but only snapped one before my battery died. And the one I snapped had Max squarely in front of the carrier and, thus, Indiana Jones.
The good news is, the kids are okay with it now. Having Indi in a place where we can visit him is the best of both worlds for the kids and especially for Annette.
And, do you want to know something? When Steve and I turned out the lights that night, we both said how we missed Indiana Jones and even felt badly about him having to go. He was a good pet until the pecking started. He was comical and interesting and we never had to feed him! But most of all he was ours and we liked him. I am kind of looking forward to seeing him in his new place. I hope he does well there. At least he has a chance. Craig's list probably would have meant he would have been someone's dinner, or worse.
Oh, and one other thing: Besides being glad that Indiana is in a good home, Annette was especially pacified by the fact that her daddy, perhaps feeling a bit guilty, ordered some guaranteed-to-be-hen chicks online that will be arriving next week. The only problem is, you had to order at least 25 at a time....
Friday, August 7, 2009
So I "yahooed" (I don't Google, usually). The first result was this one. Pretty much what I expected. Read it. You will get a chuckle, I am sure. :-)
Have a good day!
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
A black cat will be a photography challenge for me. Here, I forgot to turn off the flash so it, confused, thought I was taking a picture of a black hole climbing a tree and flashed for me. How thoughtful. Ungrateful me doesn't like flashes very much.
Good morning, little kitty. We want you to know that it has rained incessantly here for several days. Enjoy those long, waving grass fronds. They will hopefully be gone tomorrow...
You are officially part of the family...
These guys are thinking very carefully. About what? The cat, of course. What are they thinking? I have no idea, but I have endless speculations. They stayed up there on the hill like a couple of gossiping girls peeking out from behind those trees trying to look uninterested every time they caught us looking at them.
This new little guy is a hit around here. Annette and Hannah are out in the garage right now making him a house out of a cardboard box, some rags, string and an old hacky sack. Reports are that he loves his house. LOVES it. So the reports say.
He doesn't officially have a name but his name was Houdini at his old house. Hannah suggested we add "Hairy" to the front to change it to Hairy Houdini. Steve wants to call him Chyorni or Koishka, Russian for 'black' and 'cat', respectively. My guess is he'll just stay Houdini. We'll see.