With the Hunter gone TLC tries to help me keep life exciting. After I had two chickens make a break for it this morning while feeding, I had the baby in PJs in one arm (no shoes) trying to keep four goats poking large horns and faces in the chicken food and trying to open the gate to the coop with the other. Apparently this was spotted by the first chicken as an opportune time to escape. Out she goes. Damn. I couldn't put the baby down to catch her for fear of the goats trampling him and besides that he had on no shoes. So I throw down the scratch for the other cluckers and leave the gate just barely open, run around to try and shoo her in. Nope not happening. Then her sister sees she is out and woohoo the race is on. The good news is I am the best Chicken wrangler this side of the Pecos. ( A lot of people don't know that. I also have been know to round up the occasional emu) I ended up catchin the chickens by their little tails (The Hunter says I am like lighting) and tosses their little butts back in the coop. All without lettin the goats in the chicken pen. (Chicken chow is VERY bad for goats.) And I still made it where I was going on time.
So in the afternoon I took TLC to the marina to feed the ducks. (Like we don't have enough critters around here to feed. ) Our favorite girl Sweetie Pie came too. So here are our adorable children running around, I see TLC lean over and pick something up....Hmm. "Caca Mommy, Caca" I look down at what he is holding. It is a great big gooey, green glob of runny snot like goose poop. "Yuck Dude!" of course I left the diaper bag with the wipes in the truck. So here I am trying to wipe it off with a piece of drift wood (and not doing a very good job, wood does not a napkin make)before I pick him up or he decides to taste it. Not much grosses me out and this was so gross. And Sweeties pies Mommy just sat on the bench and laughed her butt off. Any way that was my day. I hope yours was better.
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