For the holiday on the weekend, we had several guests over. My mom, sister and her children came over on Friday. My dear friend Thema pulled in the following day with two little girls in the back of her car. I promptly put all of the guests to work.
We finally got our chickens! The children each have one, so each were named: Clouds, Aretti, France and Lolly. My oldest has yet to name her chicken. She's just not as excited as everyone else about them - in fact she's a little freaked out. She let one out by accident today and was yelling for me, "MOM! COME AND GET YOUR CHICKEN!!!!!!!" My chicken? My son is thrilled. He sits in the chicken tractor on an over turned bucket and feeds them out of his hand. When he should be doing his chores, that is.