I have a friend that I drag everywhere. I’m not really sure how she got this special place in my heart, but everytime I have something strange to do she’s the first person I call. So last week, I ordered me up some chicks from our local Townline Hatchery (because we are *ahem* low)
and then immediately called Jami
to tell her she was going on a field trip with me to pick them up. Rylie also swallowed her first penny, which was not planned but was also part of the adventure. Jami’s good for adventure.
Lydia didn’t even want to go, but we crammed her in the middle of Rylie and Hannah and took off anyway. On the way back to her house, chicks peeping happily at Jami’s feet, L yelled out, “I want to name one AMY!!!” Alright. America, here is Amy.
And here is Amy’s poop on L’s arm.
And here is my child… just before grabbing one by the leg and dumping it.
And here is Hannah looking at the ‘BADY CHEEKIN’!!!’
It was a flurry of activity, I tell ya. A flurry.
Chicks are loud. And cute. And, they hop. And then they all bunch together in the corner. And then someone, usually the one in the middle, wants out and so the whole gaggle gets flustered and readjusts. Rinse, repeat, continue for 30 minutes.
And where is Rylie in all this adoration of Spring and life and simple joy? She is here… behind us… quietly babbling to herself and completely over the comotion in the little peep box. She’s real big on being flat right now. REAL BIG.
The couch is coming today between noon and 3pm. Love that. I can’t wait to show you. Think “Old Texas” and “Klingman’s Going Out of Business Sale” and “Matching Chair” and we’ll see on Monday if you’re close.