Bobby the Ant

You know it's time to get rid of the ants that keep coming into your house, when your son starts to name them.

Well this is a new one.

I've never had any of my boys become interested in peeling.


Hmmmmm. Owen or Chase? Owen or Chase?

Oh and look who walked by as I was literally writing this post.





Well now I know.

Tradition

Ever since Scott's parents moved to Utah from New Mexico, Scott has been attending the Priesthood session with his father, uncles and cousins. Now Taylor gets to join.

I am so grateful for the wonderful support system that my family and I have been blessed with. I hope you enjoy conference weekend.

Rule #1

Chickens are not allowed in the house. Ever.
Yes, the occupants of this house may act like barn animals at times. And yes, on occasion the house may look like a barn as well.
But I have to draw the line somewhere.

9 years old

I'm not sure how, but Ben Ben turned 9 a few weeks. 9 years old.



After debating for awhile about what he wanted to do for his party, he finally settled on taking a few of his friends to see Star Wars in 3D at the movie theater. Like they all haven't seen this movie a million times.



But it is not my birthday, so after cake and presents, off we went. The boys loved it and thought the movie was great.

And you know what? The movie ended the exact same way. Imagine that!

Happy Birthday Bennett!

Naps....

are pretty much a thing of the past for this kiddo. However, every once in awhile he will take a quick snooze. Most of the time I try to keep him awake because if he so much as blinks his eyes for more than 20 seconds during the day he is up hours past his bedtime.

Today was different. He fell asleep in my arms. I let him and we took a nice nap together. Very nice.

Broody=Moody

Poor Butterscotch. She has been a little moody lately. She won't leave the nest box and gives us the evil eye when we come around. If we get too close, she will even give us a mean little peck.

But I can understand what she is going through. We women folk call it PMS. In chicken terms this is called being broody. Meaning her hormones are telling her it is time to be a mama, so she needs to sit on her eggs to keep them warm.

Unfortunately, not only does Butterscotch not realize that her eggs are unfertilized, she doesn't have the brain power to understand that we have taken all of them from her. She has stopped laying for the time being. All she is keeping warm in that nest box are a bunch of shavings and her own behind.

You don't necessarily want one of your hens sitting around all day, hogging the nesting box and not doing any work while the other ones pick up the slack. So I did what I had to do. She needed a little nudge and a little change of scenery to get her over her moodiness. Time to kick her out of bed and tell her to get to work. It's no use hanging out in the box all day sitting on nothing.

I went out and got a pair of Scott's work gloves. Like I said, she is a little moody and snippy right now so I gotta tread lightly. Plus I don't want to get pecked. I tried to get her out of her box being as gentle as I could, but the fact of the matter is, I am a chicken (no pun intended). I didn't want to get pecked and she wasn't going to move without a fight.



So I handed over my gloves to Taylor and he got to work. Within a few seconds he had pulled her out of the box. She was mad as a hornet, but we wouldn't let her back in. I'm positive that if she could talk there would be naughty words coming out of her beak.

Here she is, freshly thrown out of bed, trying to look all dignified in her ruffled feathers that look just like bed head. Can you see the evil look in her eye?



Sadly, this hormone thing takes awhile to settle down. We found her trying to get back in the coop to sit on her "non eggs" a short while later. We had to resort to plan B.



Isolation.

Butterscotch will be living in a cage in our garage for several days. No nesting material, no nesting box and no company from her friends. Hopefully that will snap her out of it. I'll let you know in a few days.



Hmmm I wonder if Scott has ever considered something this drastic when I get all moody?