It’s a Saturday Thing

We’ve been raising chickens all spring and summer long, moving them another square forward, shoveling the feed in, and protecting them from marauders.  Their blue-tarped, PVC shelters have become quite the tourist attraction, drawing several slow drive-bys a week.  And here it is, autumn, and there are well over two hundred chickens out there, just waiting to be freezerized.  Normally, we’d just up and start in on them whenever the weather and our moods aligned, but we’re doing so good with our school schedule that I just haven’t wanted anything to interfere with our workflow.  I’ve been guarding our weekday mornings like… like… like something that guards other things with intensity and devotion.  Which means, the only available day for freezerizing chickens is Saturday.  I like to make sure the children have something to look forward to on the weekends anyway.  We are already two Saturdays down, which leaves only… six or seven more, till all the poultry are processed and ready for eating.  Don’t tell the kids, okay?  They haven’t actually done the math yet.

We’ve had some unexplained chicken deaths here lately, in our laying flock.  Eight of them came down sick rather suddenly and all at once, and all of them died in short order.  We had no idea what it could be, but it seemed more like something they’d consumed, rather than an illness, which tends to start small and spread incrementally among the rest of the birds.  We were talking about it at the table, two days after our mass casualties, when David, for some reason, mentioned that they certainly hadn’t eaten the rat poison he left out there a couple of weeks ago.  I just stared at him.  Then left for the chicken coop.  I found the bag half hidden under some hay in the corner, and definitely pecked into.  Mystery solved.

And on that note, how about a gratuitous baby picture?  You can never have too many of those, right?

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Today is her seven-month birthday.  One of these days, I’ll convince her to sleep in her own bed, but for now, she still prefers full-body contact with another human.  Also, her first tooth is just peeking through her gums.  I think this is the longest it’s taken for any of my babies to grow their teeth!

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These are just a pair of photos from down-by-the-river.  I like ‘em.  :-)

The Baby is Asleep…For Now

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Davey saved the day! He’s got me up and running again, mostly, hopefully for now and for always.  Enough is as good as a feast, right?

We are back in school full time, as of September 1, and may I just say… It’s going so well and so smoothly, I can’t believe this is my life!  Sure, there was a lot of prep work, and yes, this is the first year I’ve had everything, and I mean everything, all pulled together before First Day, but still.  This is so Not Us.  We’re all pleasantly surprised.  (Speedy shipping of last-minute orders from several suppliers was a boon, as well. ;-) )

I attribute all of our success to Homeschool Tracker, and 14 years of homeschooling, during which time I tried many, many programs and curriculums, which, besides wasting a ton of cash, gave me a good idea of what I like and don’t like, what works and what doesn’t.  So.  I’m pretty settled in curriculum choices, and most of those choices now have lesson plans in Homeschool Tracker, sorted by grade, so all I have to do is send the plans to the appropriate children, print up a handy-dandy lesson calendar, and voila! We are organized!  I was diligent in my lesson typing last year, too, so next year should be a piece of cake.  Once again, the knowing yourself of middle-age rocks.

Did you notice that baby up there?  The six month old with fat thighs, amazing eyes, and a personality disorder?  Ha!  Actually, she’s just at that clingy stage that arrives in mid-infancy.  They call it separation anxiety, but since we’ve never-ever-even-for-fifteen-minutes been separated, I’m not sure what she has to be anxious about.  Her worries have made it so that she absolutely, positively will not nap, no matter how tired she is, because Mama might leave me while my eyes are closed!  She has amazing instincts in that regard, even when apparently in a deep slumber.  I lay her down ever so carefully, sit quietly beside her until she appears to once again be dead to the world, then tiptoe away, only to have her awake suddenly and loudly the moment I cross the threshold to another room.  She does sleep through the night, though, so there’s that.

Lately, she’s into growling, and she finds growly conversations incredibly funny.  She can also hoist her belly off the floor and sway there momentarily on hands and knees, so crawling is not too far in the future.  And she likes to make music.  Mostly with percussion instruments.  It’s all pretty amazing, and even though we’re going through a mildly frustrating stage, I’m so glad I get to be her mama.

Good Morning!

I was committed to writing a little this morning, but I’ve been having computer trouble, and wouldn’t you know, it chose this early morn to act up again? I’m tapping this out on a mobile device, because I just wanted to say hello. I also wanted to show you some photographs, but that will now have to wait till the tech guy wakes up.

Hopefully, I’ll be able to hop back on later, but the baby has committed herself to not napping and refusing all people who are not me, which is both sweet and irritating, and generally means that my arms are never empty after 7AM. Kinda puts a damper on the typing thing.

But who knows? Maybe today is the day!

Happy Days


Well, Miss Evelyn celebrated her half-birthday yesterday! We had cake, courtesy of a class we hosted the day before, and she had presents of two clutching/rattling toys and a book called The Pout-Pout Fish, which I highly recommend for the preschool/toddler set. Actually, we all love it, and chants of “I’m a pout-pout fish, with a pout-pout face, and I spread the dreary-wearies all over the place” are heard at random intervals throughout the day.

We’re in the full swing of late summer, planning for school, prepping for winter, and making the most of the rare days we’re all together.  We’re waiting on one more calf, suddenly getting calls for cow shares just when we need them (Thank you, Lord!) and trying to cook without getting hot. (That last is a bit of a challenge.)

Time marches on.

I like to plan things to take pictures of, so it doesn’t slip away entirely. :-)

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