July 30, 2010
Kicking Me When I'm Down...
We took a nice little trip to the city last week and the chickens had great fun at my expense. Chickens 1 and 2 were on a roll with little pecks here and there at their super fun Mom. At one point Rebekah asked me where we were going when we were in the car and I turned to her and said "To Denver where I am appreciated." to that she replied "Mommy, sometime I want to go to Denver just you and me." so I looked at my two obnoxious chickens behind me and told Rebekah, "Okay, we'll do that. Just you and me, no other chickens but you." Brittany piped in, "I want to go too." and I looked at her in disbelief and said "you have not been very nice to me and you think I should reward you with a trip to Colorado?" "But I LOVE Memaw and Papa..." she said. Really? Really? That is the best you can do? That's not even buttering me up!! That's kicking me while I am down!!! Guess who WONT be going to Denver!! Oh yea, I went there.
July 26, 2010
Camp With Chickens...
I spent this last week at children's camp with all five chickens. The eldest two chickens were campers and the youngest three were with me, I was supposed to be helping in the kitchen with chicken number 5 on my back and chickens 3 & 4 were to play for countless hours with their friends.
The week started off grand, Chicken number 5 quickly found out all he had to do was let out a cluck and there would be 5 ladies there immediately wanting to hold him. This continued through the week and as the days wore on he did not even need to cluck just simply throw a toy on the floor, hit my back or just look at someone with his great big chicken eyes.
Chicken number 4 would wake up in the morning and simply say to me "Mommy, wheres Lilia?" no "good morning my wonderful Mommy." or "Mommy, thank you for letting me crawl all over you in the night, kicking you and hitting you in my sleep." not even a "Mommy I love you, you are the most awesome Mommy a chicken could have." nope, just "Wheres Lilia." I now know where I rate among chicken number 4, somewhere between her stomach and a scraped knee.
Chicken number 3 followed chicken number 4's lead and would wake up and immediately get disgruntled if I would not let him go play with his friend and made him get dressed first!! Oh the horror. Needless to say I think I rank about the same with chicken number 3 as I do with chicken number 4, somewhere between his belly and blood.
Chickens 1 & 2 were quite preoccupied with life at camp and found it quite nice to come and see me in the kitchen or at meal time. I think I might rank a little higher with them than the other chickens, then again, they always seemed more interested in showing off chicken number 5 to their friends and a little less interested in showing me off. hmmmm.
Anyway, it was fun for all and a very tiring week as well. I think I may contemplate doing this again, but most definitely not with a 10 month old chicken.
The week started off grand, Chicken number 5 quickly found out all he had to do was let out a cluck and there would be 5 ladies there immediately wanting to hold him. This continued through the week and as the days wore on he did not even need to cluck just simply throw a toy on the floor, hit my back or just look at someone with his great big chicken eyes.
Chicken number 4 would wake up in the morning and simply say to me "Mommy, wheres Lilia?" no "good morning my wonderful Mommy." or "Mommy, thank you for letting me crawl all over you in the night, kicking you and hitting you in my sleep." not even a "Mommy I love you, you are the most awesome Mommy a chicken could have." nope, just "Wheres Lilia." I now know where I rate among chicken number 4, somewhere between her stomach and a scraped knee.
Chicken number 3 followed chicken number 4's lead and would wake up and immediately get disgruntled if I would not let him go play with his friend and made him get dressed first!! Oh the horror. Needless to say I think I rank about the same with chicken number 3 as I do with chicken number 4, somewhere between his belly and blood.
Chickens 1 & 2 were quite preoccupied with life at camp and found it quite nice to come and see me in the kitchen or at meal time. I think I might rank a little higher with them than the other chickens, then again, they always seemed more interested in showing off chicken number 5 to their friends and a little less interested in showing me off. hmmmm.
Anyway, it was fun for all and a very tiring week as well. I think I may contemplate doing this again, but most definitely not with a 10 month old chicken.
July 15, 2010
Yet Another Study On The Effects Of Anesthesia
For those of you who have not read my blog post "anesthesia and me" you must go back and do so. I have further confirmation that my findings are in fact correct and now am blaming the post office for the non-delivery on my Doctorate as well as for many other things. But all that aside, well besides the post office bit...something really needs to happen about that.
Moving on...
On Wednesday morning I had to take the youngest chicken into the dentist to have some work done on her little chicken teeth. (Who knew chickens had teeth AND that chicken teeth could get cavities?) When meeting with the anesthesiologist he asked me how she responded to the anesthesia the last time. (He obviously doesn't read my blog...shame on him) I told him that she was quite "cranky" last time. HA! Little did he know the extent of crankiness I was referring to. Serves him right, he should read my blog.
So we go back and I hold her little hand and and watch as she enters the "rag doll realm" and than they usher me out to the waiting room and tell me they will let me know how she is doing. I sit in the waiting room and chuckle to myself at the "storm" that will ensue shortly. "hehe" I think to myself, "they have NO idea what they are in for. MUHAHA" Well the evil laughter didnt really come out quite like that but you get the idea.
A short while later a hygienist comes out and says "She did great, she is so cute, what a doll" I say to myself..."wait for it..." "They are moving her to recovery and will come get you when she wakes up."
Great. Again they have no idea. Wait for it...wait for it....
ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!!!
Yup, there it is. A Nurse comes through the door and says, "she's awake now, I think she may want YOU!" HA shoulda read my blog, shoulda listened.
Upon entering the room I she my little chicken wrapped in blankets thrashing about the table, kicking, screaming, and hitting anything that comes close to her. Yup that's Rebekah, a fighter till the end. I think I will save this mental image and retell it to her future husband.
Moving on...
On Wednesday morning I had to take the youngest chicken into the dentist to have some work done on her little chicken teeth. (Who knew chickens had teeth AND that chicken teeth could get cavities?) When meeting with the anesthesiologist he asked me how she responded to the anesthesia the last time. (He obviously doesn't read my blog...shame on him) I told him that she was quite "cranky" last time. HA! Little did he know the extent of crankiness I was referring to. Serves him right, he should read my blog.
So we go back and I hold her little hand and and watch as she enters the "rag doll realm" and than they usher me out to the waiting room and tell me they will let me know how she is doing. I sit in the waiting room and chuckle to myself at the "storm" that will ensue shortly. "hehe" I think to myself, "they have NO idea what they are in for. MUHAHA" Well the evil laughter didnt really come out quite like that but you get the idea.
A short while later a hygienist comes out and says "She did great, she is so cute, what a doll" I say to myself..."wait for it..." "They are moving her to recovery and will come get you when she wakes up."
Great. Again they have no idea. Wait for it...wait for it....
ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!!!
Yup, there it is. A Nurse comes through the door and says, "she's awake now, I think she may want YOU!" HA shoulda read my blog, shoulda listened.
Upon entering the room I she my little chicken wrapped in blankets thrashing about the table, kicking, screaming, and hitting anything that comes close to her. Yup that's Rebekah, a fighter till the end. I think I will save this mental image and retell it to her future husband.
3 of 5
Its quiet in the Bennett home right now.
I don't know what to do with the stillness.
It is kinda weird.
THREE OF THE FIVE CHICKENS ARE SLEEPING!!!!
I don't know what to do with the stillness.
It is kinda weird.
THREE OF THE FIVE CHICKENS ARE SLEEPING!!!!
July 12, 2010
tHe aDDitioN oF a NeW chiCKen
Life has been quite crazy for these Bennett's these last few months, as I am sure you can see from the lack of posts, well that or life is dull, I think I will go with the latter. I thought I would bring all my adoring fans up to speed via blog post, since it is so personal you know. Well here is goes...
The last few months have been filled with Chickens learning how to swim, feeding sick little chickens chicken soup (a little morbid I must admit), Trips to see about getting the eldest chicken some help with her teeth (does anyone know a good chicken-provider?), but alas the biggest news is the addition of a BRAND NEW chicken. Yes you read that right. As I stated in my MUCH earlier post: mommy block, I might need to add a new chicken to the coop, well we have done just that and let me tell you I am just oozing with blog-worthy-stories. So here we go...Let the blogging begin!!
The newest chicken hereafter to be reffed to as chicken number 5 or CN5, is an almost 10 month old male chicken. He is so much fun and has brought all of our little chickens personalities out in a matter of minutes from his arrival in this little coop.
Chicken number 1's motherly instinct kicked into high gear and she promptly started to guide him around under her, um, little wing.
Chicken number 2 promptly pointed out that the male chickens now out number the female chickens. I promptly thanked him for pointing out that our egg production would also go down because of this little fact that he was so proud of.
Chicken number 3 is just pleased as punch that he is no longer the newest chicken and that he has a new position of the dreaded middle child, a spot he seems to fit into nicely.
Chicken number 4 has all the answers to all of chicken number 5's problems and has no problem telling me when I am doing something wrong..."Mommy, you need to give him smaller bites." "Mommy, he does not like you to do that." "Mommy, do you need me to show you how he likes it?"
Ah yes, the introduction of a new little chicken seems to be just what this little coop needed. :)
The last few months have been filled with Chickens learning how to swim, feeding sick little chickens chicken soup (a little morbid I must admit), Trips to see about getting the eldest chicken some help with her teeth (does anyone know a good chicken-provider?), but alas the biggest news is the addition of a BRAND NEW chicken. Yes you read that right. As I stated in my MUCH earlier post: mommy block, I might need to add a new chicken to the coop, well we have done just that and let me tell you I am just oozing with blog-worthy-stories. So here we go...Let the blogging begin!!
The newest chicken hereafter to be reffed to as chicken number 5 or CN5, is an almost 10 month old male chicken. He is so much fun and has brought all of our little chickens personalities out in a matter of minutes from his arrival in this little coop.
Chicken number 1's motherly instinct kicked into high gear and she promptly started to guide him around under her, um, little wing.
Chicken number 2 promptly pointed out that the male chickens now out number the female chickens. I promptly thanked him for pointing out that our egg production would also go down because of this little fact that he was so proud of.
Chicken number 3 is just pleased as punch that he is no longer the newest chicken and that he has a new position of the dreaded middle child, a spot he seems to fit into nicely.
Chicken number 4 has all the answers to all of chicken number 5's problems and has no problem telling me when I am doing something wrong..."Mommy, you need to give him smaller bites." "Mommy, he does not like you to do that." "Mommy, do you need me to show you how he likes it?"
Ah yes, the introduction of a new little chicken seems to be just what this little coop needed. :)