Friday, December 16, 2011

words of wisdom

We lost another chicken.  It was my mom's chicken.  Her name is Lacy.  Here are some words of wisdom from me about losing chickens.

"If you have chickens you will lose chckens."

So there you go, some words of wisdom.  May Lacy R.I.S (Rest In Stomach).


Cute pictures

I was going through pictures on the computer when I came across these pictures.
Baby chicken.
These are my old chickens.

This is another one of my old chickens perched on my sisters arm.

That, is Sammy-Bob-Joe.

Three little "boids", in a group hug.

This baby chick is barely a week old.
These pictures are old and this chicken is dead.

This is my former dog.
To make a long story short let's just say we saved her life.  She got hit by cars 2 times.  She lived with our neighbor instead of us.  She was going to get shot.  Now she doesn't live here anymore.  Now she is safe. 

Friday, December 9, 2011


The other day I got my moms present at Walmart with my dad.  I can't tell you what it is because my mom might read this so it is a big secret.  So any ways I got my mom really exited about it and when I brought it home it was not what she thought it was.  She thought it was a real tree. Nope it was about a one and a half foot by two foot card board box.  So I go upstairs to wrap it I said I am out of wrapping paper.  So I asked for some wrapping paper.  When I get her present wrapped. I go downstairs an figure out my dad is getting a real Christmas tree.  I went with him to get the tree.  When we got back we put the tree up, made a fire, put the lights on it, relaxed, put the ornaments on it and last but not least we admired the tree.  Now all we need are presents under the tree.
Merry Christmas,

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

An oriels story

This is a biography I wrote about an oriel (none in particular).  Enjoy!

“Hello, I am an small oriel, this is my story.”

“I was born in a nest with two other little birds.  They were not very smart because they tried to fly before they were old enough.   They went smash on the hard ground. 

I learned to fly when I was 6 weeks too young.  Mom said it was very easy but after what happened to my brothers I wasn’t convinced.  I hopped out of the nest to learn to fly.  At first, I could only fly down.  I think I broke my perdy tail twice.  On the 500th flight I finally went up. 

My mom sang beautifully to me but when I tried it came out, “peek shriek meek!”  I finally got the hang of singing beautifully.

I spent my summer with my mom taking careful care of my new siblings.  All they did was eat lost of food.

The flight south was hard and treacherous.  I finally made it to the wonderful south.

The difference between north and south according to me is north is colder than south and when one is cold the other is hot.

Winter in the south I don’t see much of because I am fling fast to the north for summer in the north.

The return north is no more difficult than the trip south.  It is rather annoying to me because it feels like the world is playing ping-pong with you.

All the little children lovingly call me, “Little Boidy.”  The cute bird intolerant grown-ups call me “Disease!” 

One day I was happily tweeting along to my nest when I saw, “it!”  “It,” was big.  “It,” was fast.  "It," was a bird eating cat! 

“Come down here,” the cat said flatteringly.  “Come down here and play joyfully with me.”

“No way.  I am no dumb bird,” I said bravely.

“Fine,” said the cat, “Then I will come up there myself into that wobbly tree.”

“Good-bye,” I said to the strange cat.  I flew away happily and gleefully.  Then I safely made it into my wonderful nest. 

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Pawn shop

This is a post about the pawn shop.  I know that I already did one but the pawn shop is decorated for Christmas now.  So I have taken some pictures to show you what it looks like.
Big TVs.
Our big tree.
Childrens drum sets.
My mom did the window painting.
She painted the tree and the snwoman.
Stop by the store to see more.
Guns galore!

Lots of knives.

Guitars and amps.

All silver half price!

Wide selection of jewerly.
Stop by soon,

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

CHICKEN SLAUGHTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yesterday my dad, mom, and one of my sisters and my brother killed most of my roosters.  They even killed chubby.  I said SHE was a GIRL but my mom said she was a rooster so she is in the freezer with her rooster rooster friends.  Me and my other sister wanted to have no part of it.  We were upstairs on computers.  My 4 year old brother comes in the house later and says, "Mom and Dad say you have to come watch." I said "No they didn`t." then I went back to the computer.  Later he comes up and asks if me and my sister want to see his "wing", we said "No." Then he asked if we anted to see his "feather."  Unfortunately, we said "Yes".  So he goes downstairs and comes back up with a wing.  I told him to put it back out side.  When the chicken slaughter was over my mom came back with pictures.  Here are the pictures.
                                                    WARNING: Contains graphic material.
                                                                Viewer digression is advised
This is dad's hand.  It looks like blood is sticky and feathers stick. 

This is Pat, Poopy, and Gizmo.  A few minutes after their heads were chopped off. 

Here's the order of death:
1.  Remove head
2.  Remove feet & wings
3.  Hang bird by neck & pull the skin off (the feathers come off with it like you are taking off it's underware)
4.  Rinse, bag, freeze
5.  Enjoy.

This is Dad chopping off the wing with the hatchet.

Here's Cole holding the wing that was just chopped off.


 Feathers stick to knives too.
A blood covered chicken.

Two chickens hanging by their feet... without heads.

This rooster is almost complete. Head is off, wings are off, feathers & skin are off.  Dad is making a cut so he can pull out the guts.  Then it will get washed & put in a ziplock bag.

I am glad I was not part of the chicken slaughter.


Last week we decorated the house with Christmas decorations.  We decorate when my dad goes to deer camp.  He only goes once a year.  So on Saturday we decorated the house.  We started after breakfast.  It was a disaster.  It looked like the basement exploded.  By the time my mom carried the last box up the house had decorated itself.  Or at least what that's what she said happened.  She told dad that she used to get out the video camera and videotape us.  "Not this year mom, we have better things to do - like, decorate the house."  There was a lot of afterward cleaning up to do.  Then I decided that I would try to hang Christmas lights.  That was a disaster too.  So we did it the next day.  So according to my mom, the house decorated itself. I don`t think that`s what happened.  Here are pictures of the house.

Pretty balls on the table.

Our fire place.

This is the desk in the school room.

This is a nativity set.

This is another nativity set.

Joseph and Mary up close.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Mystery death

So here's how it started.  One morning, me and my sister went out to go do the chickens.  My sister let them out and I was finishing up chicken chores.  Then I decided that I would count them because I haven't counted them in quite some time.  So I went 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21.  Then I count again because I only got twenty-one. My sister started counting with me but twenty-one was the highest number we got (beside for other numbers like 18 and 20.)  Then we started looking for the missing chicken and checking the flock for a missing chicken.  Then it hit us.  There was only two out of three baby chickens.  Morris was missing.  Something else is gone too.  It is my perfect record of not losing any of these recent chickens.  Morris's` death is a mystery, but we suspect a chicken hawk.  There have been birds of prey circling the chickens, but the raccoons haven`t found them yet and that is good.  I am still not happy to lose a baby.


Clowning around.

This post is about pictures of my little sister.   It is what she was for Halloween.  I know that Halloween was a month ago, but I am just getting around to finishing this post.  Sorry.  Here is the story.  We all wanted Mom to dress up for Halloween.  She usually goes as Mom.  Since my mom is awesome; she was going to dress up for Halloween.  She was going to be a clown.  Mom had all her clown clothes laying on her bed and was getting ready to put them on.  That's when I saw them and put them on.  When Mom saw me she loved it & asked if I wanted to be a clown and she would paint my face.  I said "No."  I said that because I have been through the face painting experience and I never want to do that again  Then my little sister put it on.  She's never had the face painting experience.  After much changing of mind, we finally got Andie to be a clown.  Oh did I mention the overalls?  There were big overalls with the costume and big pink tractor supply logoified boots.  You want to know what kind of overalls?  OK.  They were maternity overalls.  They were way to big. She couldn't walk.  But she wore them anyway.  Here are the pictures.  And a made up discussion.
"May I have your picture?"  "No."
"Please?"  "No."

"Just one?"   "OK."

"How about two?"
"Helooooooo. How`s this?"
Hope you liked the pictures.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Chicken names.

This is about chicken names.  Not just any chickens.  My families chickens.  I am going to try to put this as a story.  There once were 7 little chickens who lived in their coop in the forrest with Snow White.  Their names were :  Curly, Chubby, Blacky, Goldie, Droopy, Poopy and Polly. 

We also have 3 chickens named after a band called "the Time" that my dad knows about.  Their names are:  Jessie, Gerome and Morris the chickens.

There are 11 more names which are:  Pigeon, Pat, Red, Spot, Spark, Sally, Crow, Buff Chicken, Krazy 2, Krazy 3,  Krazy Jr. and Lacy.  Was that 12?  Krazy 3 and Krazy Jr. are the same chicken. 

Why these names?  Well, my dad named Jessie, Gerome and Morris.  Andie named Sally.  Shelby named Spark.  I named the rest.

Poopy looks like someone pooped on his back.
Pigeon looks like a Pigeon.
Crow is Black.
Blacky is black.
Lacy is also black, but her feathers are pretty and make her look like she is covered in lace. 
Pat was thought to be a girl so I named him Pat.
Red is gloss- red and black and maybe some white.
Krazy 2 is the second krazy.
Krazy 3 is the 3rd Krazy.
Krazy Jr is the same chicken as Krazy 3
Buff Chicken used to be Goldie but is now named after a cat "Buff Kitty" because they are the same color.  Can you guess what the color is?  Buff. 
Droopy was named this because she droops.
Curly is a rooster with a curly tail.
Spot is spotty on one side white on the other.
Chubby Cheeks looks like she has fat cheeks.
Goldie is gold and has had a name change to Sally.

Our chickens have too many names and they change too often. 


Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Halloween treat

My chickens got a Halloween treat.  It was probably better for me than them. Their treat was they got to go to bed at around 4:15 P.M.  It wasn`t to easy putting them to bed that early but I did it.  I used our broom to do it.  Why?  Because our chickens don`t like it.  Why?  Because every time they get in our lettuce and peas they would get beat by the broom.  I think it is fun to chase chickens with a broom.  The chickens usually run screaming saying "Bock bock bock bergawerk bergawerk!" or in human "Save me from the crazy pshyco with the broom!"  So that is why I used a broom.


Monday, October 31, 2011


Happy Halloween to everybody!  To celebrate I have added some special things to my blog and this post.  See if you can spot them. In the meantime we got to draw on pumpkins this year and our parents carved them out.  Here are our pumpkins.
This is Shelby`s.

This is mine.
This is Cole`s (he didn't draw his - he just told mom to make it mean)
This is Andie`s.
This is all of ours together
Happy Halloween,

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Fenced in.

A couple days ago we fenced the chickens in the garden.  We did this so my dad could lay down grass seed.  Before that the chickens would eat all his grass seed.  We would try to chase them away from the seed, but when we left they would just come back again for more.  That is a problem.  So that is how they got fenced in. 

UH-OH. Forgot something.  We covered all their escape routes except one.  They are flying over the gate!  But that is not a problem because my dad and I stretched a section of chicken wire across the top of the gate where they were flying over.   The chicken wire starts about 4 1/2 feet off the ground.  So if you open the gate - it is open from the 4 ft point down & straight in front of you there is an evil chicken fence staring at your face. This morning I was leaving the garden minding my own business when I clotheslined my face.  My face was numb for quite some time.  But it is better now.  My mom was in the garden with me.  She ducked.  When my face hit the fence she laughed.  I think Mom is still laughing. 


Wednesday, October 26, 2011


A couple days ago we had a wreck in our peach grove.  It took out one of our neighbors tree and our phone, Internet and electricity wires. It took out the entire telephone pole, so anything that was connected to that pole was laying on 42.  So, nothing coming from wires worked at our house for a day.
 Here are the pictures.
Fire Engine, ambulances, cops, EMT,everyone came out for the occasion.  Even the
Trimble County Sheriff was there.

This is her car.  She said she sneezed and lost control.  I am glad she is OK. 

Here is the half of out telephone that was still standing.

Here is the other half of the pole. 

Here is what is left of the peach tree.
The firefighters had to use some HUGE electric clamps to cut her out of the car.  The car doors wouldn't open & they couldn't get her out of the car without them.
They took her to the hospital.  Her hand was bleeding - but she was walking, alert and seemed OK.

Because the power lines were in the road the traffic was backed up way, way, way, way far away. 

Everything is cleaned up and I think the person in the wreck is okay.
Hope you liked the pictures (I took them).

King kong

A couple days ago my mom shot a deer.  Everybody was happy.  What does this have to do with King Kong well here it is!
My mom King konging.  I think it is funny.  My mom thinks it is funny too.  Her first deer got eaten.  This is what it looks like now.
We has some for dinner Sunday night.  It was delicious.  My mom shot a good deer.  To bad it wasn`t a buck.

Here is another picture of my mom & her deer.