#1 Son and I had a rather interesting conversation the other day. He was watching Veggie Tales and they were talking about haiku. I had never really grasped the whole haiku thing until it was explained by talking vegetables. Now I try (unsuccessfully) to create my own. I asked #1 Son if he liked haiku and he said, "Yes, Mommy. Me like haiku. It my favorite am-a-lul." (That's "animal" for those of you not fluent in toddler.) Who knew?
Today he's being Larry Boy and saving Bumblyburg and Jr. Asparagus from monsters...Wearing one purple plastic high heel shoe he stole from his sister.
We lost Bacon, the first sow that had piglets, during the night last night. We were pretty sure it was coming, but were still dissapointed. The good thing is, her piglets are old enough that they can drink milk replacer out of a bowl instead of being bottle fed. And they should only need that for about another week or two. Everyone else is doing well.
Except the roosters. Husband had to take the day off work to get the sow out of the farrowing house and figured as long as he was at it he'd butcher off some chickens. (Roosterhen, please don't tell Sam and the Girls. I wouldn't want them to think less of me!)
Last Summer Husband was going to butcher some roosters and asked me to boil some water so we could pluck them. The kids were playing outside at the time and I was under the impression Husband was just rounding up the chickens to pen up until time to do the deed. When I went outside a few minutes later, much to my horror, I saw about 7 dead roosters dangling upside down on a rod to drain.
When I asked Husband what he was thinking killing chickens infront of our children he said, "#! Son, tell Mommy about the chickens." #1 Son pipes up, "Dem's da bad chicken's, Mommy! Dem try an' git me. Daddy kill dem bad chickens!" One had flown at him while he was hanging on the gate, and Husband used this opportunity to start the slaughter! Before it was over Baby Girl was in there helping her dad pluck feathers.
Now every time Husband butchers chickens the kids want to know what those bad chickens did.
I'd better get my laundry folded. We're going to pick up Luke just as soon as Husband is done with his chores and gets cleaned up. Wish us luck!
3 comments:
uggh poultygeist *zann shakes head* great title. Took me till the end to realize what it had the "poultry" in it. :) Good luck with Luke. Sorry to hear about Bacon. I know that had to be quite a task to get the sow out of the farrowing house. We ended up watching the farmer across from our neighborhood remove a dead cow from the pasture. Not sure what happened to the cow but it was just incredible what all was required to move it. I just never really thought of how heavy they'd be as dead weight.
When I was a young boy we raised several broods of chicks and had way too many roosters. They kept fighting all the time and stressing out the hens and lowering the egg count. When it was time to thin out the roosters my Dad let me have the axe. It was an interesting experience.
That is such a funny story, and I bet your kids are really good to each other now that they've seen what Daddy does if one of them gets picked on. LOL
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