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Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Chicks at one Week and One Day

 

 

 
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Pepper, Donut, Feaster, Scratcher,and Grif.

Growing Tails

Today at one week one day some of the chicks are busy growing tails. There is a lot of hopping about and looking up. When I put my hand in they will perch for a minute. They peck at my wedding ring. Will try a picture later. Right now the wet basement calls.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Okie and the Chicks

 
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Okie is allowed a short visit with the cause of his mental breakdown.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Chicks: 4 Days Old and Itchy

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The chicks had to move into my office because Okie was just too curious and freaked out by their noises. Now he just paces around the house panting and looking nervous. He has really gone to pieces over this. But the chicks are growing fast and starting to get enough wing tip feathers for me to guess at what they will look like as adults. The one I think is a Buff Orpington is doing the scratch scratch back up and peck routine of adult hens. Very cute. They are all preening and stretching their wings like crazy. It must be tough to grow feathers.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Chick Day

Chick Day was actually yesterday but we were too busy to post. This is our batch of two day old assorted brown egg layers from mypetchicken.com. They arrived at the post office early and we picked them up at 8:30. They came in a box with chemical hot packs and straw-like packing material. They settled in well. Our homemade brooder is a large Rubbermaid bin lined with newspaper and paper towels.  I made a waterer. The top is an old expansion screen with a lamp on top for heat. They are in my kitchen now but will move to the basement when they get too smelly and dusty to be where we eat! Okie is so jealous and needy that it is painful to watch. Of course he will always be our baby.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

How to Homeschool a 12 Year Old Boy

How to have a peaceful day homeschooling your 12 year old boy. First, allow boy to sleep late recognizing that he is in a major growth spurt coupled with something like the worst PMS you have ever had . Next, Refrain from starting right in on how his room looks like a dump and that you are horrified to have raised such a slob and that he needs a haircut.  Third, Feed boy one half pound of bacon and a fruit and yogurt smoothie. Allow boy to sit on your bed reading The City of Bones, by Cassandra Clare, from morning through lunch and well into the afternoon with a short break to watch the  health care reform signing ceremony. Finally, Offer dense and nutritious bar cookies and milk. The math can come later. 

Monday, March 22, 2010

Okie and Magic

                        On the Windowsill

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Happy Saint Patrick's Day

You never know what might show up at your door. Today a lost Basset Hound came to mine.  I hope he'll have good luck and his owner will be here soon.  Okie thinks it is really lucky that BH is here.  He is smelling him in a most indecent way.  At first Okie thought BH was a new kind of cat.  Here is a link to a beautiful poem that touched me today.  Today.... think Green and        "may the clay dance to balance you"     (John O'Donohue)

UPDATE: Found dog's owner. By coincidence a schoolmate from the seventies...and not just any schoolmate, but one who drove me crazy in fifth grade by picking on me and teasing me mercilessly. Especially in gym class.  For years after, whenever I did something particularly well or gracefully, or had a minor triumph of any kind, I'd think of this boy and imagine him seeing me succeed. And I am not proud to say that I used to imagine running him over with my horse, Specialty. Well, I'd gotten over all that. Really. Today he apologized for being mean when he was eleven, decades having passed. And I actually felt like crying.  Somewhere inside there is still a fifth grader and she still wears stop sign shaped glasses.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Textbooks and Ham

http://www.edutopia.org/muddle-machine


Maybe I have had too much coffee this morning but I am in a riled up state over the textbook news from Texas.  Follow the link and be sure to click on the cartoon! This article is most enlightening.  It tells a tale of the process of textbook development.   Most of today's K-12 textbooks, it turns out, are not written.  It sounds to me like they are assembled. They are processed. They are like strange sausage patties touched by hundreds of hands, seasoned to taste right in certain states. They are treated with bleach and then stuffed into a binding and fed to America's schoolkids.  It is a scary story which may keep you awake at night. If you have kids in school, or are using textbooks for home education, or have never really thought about how textbooks come to be, you owe it to your kids to read this article. It is not pretty.  Kind of like peeking into a slaughterhouse, but much, much worse. When I was a youngster we had pigs which eventually went off to be killed and butchered.  I remember going to pick up the meat with my father.  There were our dead, rigid, disemboweled pigs.  Hanging from a rack by a hook pushed through their lower legs. Cut in half on the sagittal plane. And there by the door was a bucket of eyeballs. It was terrible but it revealed the truth about how ham came to my table. Here is a peek at how textbooks come to your child's desk.
http://www.edutopia.org/muddle-machine  And by the way, Happy Pi Day!

Friday, March 12, 2010

Decluttering and Gratitude

I have been working, not every day, but nearly, decluttering my home and making a donation pile for the local church rummage sale.  Last night my seven and a half year old (more on this age later) found the bathroom occupied in the middle of the night and, in his foggy state, peed all over and  into a large canvas bag filled with craft supplies.  Now this was a bagful I had already sorted, but it was amazing how a little pee (actually a lot of pee) made me realize that I was still keeping too much stuff that would probably not be used again. Peed on origami paper is pretty easy to throw out. Yes, I'd put most things in Ziploc bags BUT I had not sealed them. Oy.

 I have been reading some infertility blogs lately. So here is the Gratitude part.  I was cranky and exhausted cleaning up pee in the middle of the night even though at first my husband was trying to help me. I was reminded of the countless nights of diaper changes and nursing  when the kids were babies. That time of motherhood where sleeplessness becomes normal and the fog of breastfeeding engulfs the self.  Feeling pissy, I got to the bottom of the pee soaked bag and there, no joke, was a "lucky" shiny penny heads up! A snap- out- of- it sort of slap in the face. Gratitude flooded me like...well, never mind.  How lucky I am to be up at night cleaning up pee. How crazy this might sound to some people who don't get it.  How lucky I am to have care of this young being when so many women out there are struggling to conceive or carry a baby to term.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

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