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,