Joseph Who?

We have a missing person in our home. The person is Joseph. Joseph is four inches tall and wearing "carpenters garb". He was last seen in the stable with Mary and Jesus. We have reason to suspect he was abducted. If you or anyone you know has any information on his whereabouts please contact the Bennett farm immediately. Thank you.

you thought WRONG!!!

I had a conversation with my almost 10 year old chicken the other day, it went a little something like this...

"Justin, I bought you an additional pair of snow pants, hat and gloves for you to keep at school."

"COOL!"

"I just thought it would be a few less things for you to remember everyday for school."

"COOL!"

So that was it. I being the "Mom o' faith in my chickens" thought to myself that this was the end of it. I had communicated what my intentions were for said extra snow pants, hat and gloves. Fast forward to this morning....

"Mom, I know the other chickens are sleeping but can I go in my room and get my gloves for school?"

"What?"

"My gloves, they are in my room."

"your 'home' gloves?"

"no, my 'school' gloves."

"why are your 'school' gloves in your room?"

"cause thats where I put them when I got home from school." He says with his "DUH Mom" look on his face.

"I understand that, but my question is why they are even in the house?"

"Cause I thought you would be mad if they were left in the car."

"Justin, why are your gloves that I told you to keep at school now at home?"

"Cause I thought you meant for me to bring them home everyday."

Wow, clear as mud.

Mother

I am no longer called "Mommy". I knew the transition would come but I thought it would be from "Mommy" to "Mom" most certainly not from "Mommy" to "Mother" and I also thought this transition would come from a MUCH older chicken. The other day Chicken number 4 came to me and said "Mother. Mother. I shall call you Mother. Cause you are my 'Mother May I?'." And as is the trend once the queen has spoken it shall happen. "So let it be written, so let it be done." So I am Mother now much to my dismay. I MUST remember to thank her teacher for playing 'Mother May I?' I really must.

Hurry!!!

My days are generally filled with little chuckles. Some I forget and others I tuck away for a day when chuckles are NOT abounding. This is one I have tucked away and thought I should share:

We have LOADS of wild turkeys that like to live on our property and Rebekah has decided they are her "friends" and we need to take care of them. I have not succumbed to feeding them as she would like and DEFIANTLY will not be letting them sleep in her bed as her royal highness has requested. These large "friends" of Rebekah's like to line themselves up in middle of the road and "squat" there, never budging. The other day we were coming home and I saw in the distance there were some "squatters" in middle of the road and I thought to myself..."I have 2 options. 1, I can slow down and wait while they take their own sweet time moving from the road. or 2, I can speed up and try to get them to move a little quicker." Well I chose option 2. So here I am speeding up to get these "friends" out of the road and all I hear from the back seat it "Hurry little friends. Hurry little friends. hurry. hurry. hurry little friends. Yea, you hurried and Mother did not run over you!!" Good deal. :)

An un-welcomed friend

Rebekah has a "little friend" that came to visit yesterday. Well, not really a visit. A visit implies one will LEAVE. This "little friend" has come bring LOADS of other "little friends" with it. It seems THIS "little friend" thinks that everyone in the Bennett home is happy to see them come. NOT the case. Now, I will give them the benefit of 6 out of 7 people are THRILLED that they have come but I am most certainly NOT in the majority. And so there is nothing else to do except leave you with a chicken picture with Rebekah's "little friends" all around. This little chicken went outside with the "little friends" and kept pointing saying "whats dat?".

BUBBLES!!!

My day in a nut shell:

Dropped the two oldest chickens off at school and am heading home at 8:20. I then hear this from my back seat...

"These are your bubbles and these are mine."

"No, all the ones from this line are mine."

"okay, but then this is mine over here."

"Well, that ones mine too."

"But then I don't have as many as you."

"but you have those two."

"yea but you have twenty."

"well, I will just take these two and then I will have four."

"Mommy!!! Michael's taking my bubbles!!!"

Now I am not the smartest Mom at 8 O'clock and most certainly not the most observant before my first cup of coffee but I did however deduce that there are in fact NO bubbles in our car today. In fact there never have been bubbles in my car. That being said I think I can clearly state that my chickens are in fact fighting over imaginary bubbles.