This and That (life on a micro farm)

Here is a pictorial of how a little dude catches a baby chicken:

Got it!

Then the dog caught him.  

Then they made up, as Zeke prepared to eat him.

Then there was this.

Somebody send intervention, please.

And to help your eyes recover from that,

there's this:

That's life on the micro farm, folks!

Sunday on our Homestead [chickens, kitty-cats, and a big scary dog]

What a splendidly beautiful December day it was today!

And we took full advantage niceness.

And by we, I really mean all the ones who did outdoor chores,

hence, no photos of the younger quad of children.

Our kitty cat, Dino, disappeared for a few days...

and we thought for sure he had become brunch for a coyote or two.

Wahhhh.

But, no!  He showed up today, all hungry and happy to see us.  And we were equally as happy.

And the chickens were loving getting out of their coop, where they're been cooped up!

The temps really dropped low recently, and I'm here to tell you that these

feathered females do not like the coldness one bit.

But they sure loved today!

Lunchtime!

Remember back when I told you my suspicions of Zeke giving one of my hens a heart attack,

but I had zero evidence except a dead chicken buried in my mulch?

Well, looky here:

He didn't hurt THIS one...but he sure did scare the dickens out of her.

And this concludes my investigation of the Poultry Murder Mystery.

Poor Zeke, he really needs a friend.

"Midge, are you okay under there?"

This is Betty, my teeny tiny feather-footed hen.  She's the sweetest little thing.

And can she ever FLY.  When Zeke heads towards her, she just takes off up into the nearest tree.

Awesome!  Way to go, Betty!

Oh, and we had loads of fun when one of our lateral lines got clogged and sewer

water backed up into our basement (AGAIN).  Grossssss.

So glad I have a handy-man husband who can fix such things.

And look, here he is dressed up as a tree riding a tractor. Hahaha.

That's Nick supervising the project.

Manly men doing manly chores.

I love that.

And that concludes the bulk of the excitement for this Sunday on our homestead!

 I hope you all enjoyed your day of rest as well!

Isaiah and Dino

Isaiah absolutely loves all of our animals.

Loves them soooo much!

Here he is spending a little time with Dino the cat.

Cat Caption:

Hey, you with the camera, HELP ME!

crazy hair design {help needed}

There are good things and bad things when it comes to having a big family.

One of the few bad things is,

bathrooms fill up quickly, often leaving little people needing to be resourceful.

For example, a certain man-child might or might not have to utilize

the great outdoors.

(We are country folk, remember that.)

And, comb his hair after shower time in the entry-way of the house.

As you can tell, he's all upset about this.

But that's okay.

Because it gives him great inspiration for creative hair design.

Good heavens.

Crazy children.

Doing crazy things.

To a crazy lady's hair.

Beauty has been redefined.

Here's a few things I've learned from this series of photos:

1.  Roots.  Retouch them immediately.

2.  Get going on Dave Ramsey's financial planning to save for Botox.

3.  Never let a camera this near to me ever again.  Ever.




And in all hopes of not having those images burned into your retinas,
here is a cute kitten video. 

kitty cats! {wonky internet}

Goodness, my internet has been completely wonky in the last 24 hours.

Like, I was set back to the 1900s, kind of wonky.

First-world problem.

Poor me.

Only those of you who have satelite internet would understand.

Anyone?

Whew, but we're back up and running now.

Except that I am on my way out the door and don't have time to post

something deeply thought-provoking, as I usually do.

I'll make it up to you later, I promise.

But here's a little kitty-goodness for you to enjoy:

Our babies are just the cutest and sweetest things ever.

And they are sooooo loved on.

And they will be looking for new homes SOON.

To my local friends, CALL ME, and I'll hook you up.

A new kitten would make a fabulous Father's Day present!

Or a 4th of July present!

Or a Help-Lori-Out-For-Goodness-Sake present! 

Okay, I gotta go.

Things to do.

Places to go.

Groceries to get.

Have a super great day!

(And don't forget to call me for a kitten...they'll go fast!)

(Sure they will.)

(No, really...they WILL.)

dysfunctional feline

Is it wrong for one to pray that a fellow gal would be barren?

You know, because you know she's just not ready to have babies,

yet, you know she's "active"?

Is that so wrong?

Wait, before you start thinking I'm twisted, and the friends I run with are twisted,

I'm not talking about any of my human gal-pals.

I'm talking about our cat.

We got two cute little kitties last spring and now they're grown up,

doing grown-up things.

We kept intending to get Daisy fixed.

But, you know...it was number 478 on my to-do list. 

And as of right now, I'm only on #17.

So every time I saw her outside, I just prayed that she wouldn't get pregnant.

Somehow it made perfect sense to me at the time,

but as I'm writing it out,

it seems a bit dysfunctional and delusional.

(I'll bring that up with my therapist at my next session.)

So, to get to the point of this post,

God did not intervene with this law of nature that He put into place, as it turned out.

And we now have a litter of kittens!

Daisy's nestled all nicely way under out front porch with her sweet fur-ball babies.

We have to get low to the ground with a flashlight to take a looksy.

Oh, and that's Dino taking a look, too.

He's the father.

And the brother.

Dysfunctional.

My next giveaway!

Free kittens!

Everyone who has ever commented on my blog in the past

will be entered!

You don't have to do a thing.

You're welcome!

(Just kidding about that last part.)

(Maybe.)




*My apologies for any feathers I ruffled over this post.
I do have every intention to get Daisy fixed after she has weaned her
sweet kittens.  This is just life in the country, folks.

spring snowy-snow! {LOVE}

Listen, I'm as ready for spring as the next gal.

But I gotta tell ya,

I think we are fools if we don't bask in the beauty of what God has 

blanketed on us (again and again!).

I went outside to take care of my chickens and couldn't help but

have a smile plastered on my face.

Truly, it's a wintery masterpiece outside that only our 

Creator could have orchestrated.

Let's enjoy it!!!

Here's a pictorial of my trek:

Zeke.

My big ol' kitty-cat polar bear!

I wish I could have captured on video the fun he was having in the snow.

It was so hilarious.

He loves it so much! 

He chased the cats all around the yard, and up the snow-laden tree.

See?

Sweet little Dino, up the tree!

Our property is well-guarded by this fella.

If you stop by for a visit, 

be ready for a hearty-hello from our FRIENDLY Kansas-Arctic canine!

(But don't be fooled, he'll take your arm off if you threaten any of his flock (the cats, chickens, and US!)

Thank you, Jesus, for the GORGEOUS snow, the moisture it brings,

and the way it slows us down to a family-friendly pace.

pitiful things

I'm happy to report that

Macy has made a great recovery

from her wisdom teeth removal.

It's been one week and she's almost back

to her old self,

short of still taking it easy on food choices.

Here she is

rolling her own oats for oatmeal.

She's so thrilled that I took a photo!

And in other news:

Here is kitty cat looking so pitiful through

my kitchen window.

And here are two pitiful grown men

who just couldn't take the longing looks anymore.

They opened the windows and let them in.

You have no idea the pitiful things I deal with

around here.

Send help immediately.