Chicks! Chicks are hatching everywhere! One day about three weeks ago, the boys got bored and searched our property for eggs. I, being the super fun and chill Mom that I am, allowed them to incubate them. All 58 of them. And it is like an explosion on my counter. I think we have at least 30 so far. It is madness.
As soon as we get through this round of chicks, we are starting all over again so I can hatch them ¨remotely¨ with my class.
Hadley´s cute puppy, Charlie, is very curious about these chicks. Charlie enjoys chasing our grown hens around the property and chewing on them. She does not actually kill them. She gets on top of them and chews. She has a chew toy that is a raccoon. The toy raccoon makes a squeaky noise when she chews on it. We feel she thinks the hens are more chew toys. We do not want her to chew the chicks. I do not think they would be as hearty.
Kittens! Kittens are everywhere! Those dang mama cats keep trying to move them and we are not having it. First, they tried to move the cats to a storage tub in our storage room. I do not want cat pee and poo in the storage tub.
You may ask,
¨Taylor! Why is the storage tub open for the cats to nest in in the first place?¨
And I will answer,
¨Hello. I have four children and I literally have no idea ever what is going on in my house. Like EVER.¨
Yesterday, the cats all went MIA again. The boys and I found two abandoned kittens in the storage room in different places. This we found to be worrisome. We took everything out of the room and looked for the other four kittens and the missing mamas.
Nothing.
We searched the house. We searched outside. We could not find them. For hours.
I tasked Kate with the job of keeping them warm. She obliged, but felt the need to inform me that they were hungry every 2 minutes. And I would reply, like a calm and helpful Mom:
¨Okkkkkk! I get it!¨
And then I would try to google ¨What can you feed a newborn kitten?¨ but then I would get distracted with someone coming to buy hay, MORE CHICKS HATCHING, Charlie chewing on chickens, preparing a delicious supper for my family, Hadley being a moody quaran-TEEN, and Charlie chasing cows and going on a suicide mission.
Out of nowhere, Mama cat just saunters into my bedroom. Like, ¨Oh, hello, Humans? What is new on this floor of the house? ¨
And I put Little Dude in charge and he investigated and found all cats living under his bed.
*face palm*
I would like everyone to know that he apparently cleaned his room very well that day.
So. The cats are back. No one is dead. I did not have to try and bottle feed a kitten. Which is good, because I do not have kitten milk and I do not have a kitten bottle.
Also. Someone asked me yesterday if I had ever had rabbits.
Ha!
Have I ever had rabbits.
Have you been reading long enough to remember the wretched rabbit years?
The horror.
Today.
In this new coronavirus world, LD and I had a telehealth appointment with his pediatrician. HD and LD had some chores in the back of the property.
Me: Take a watch. I need LD back in the house by 9:55am for his doctor appt.
Boys: Got it, Mom!
(lies)
At 9:55 there was no sign of LD. I was sitting at the table all set up for my virtual doctor appointment and figured the pediatrician would be less than impressed if I informed him that I did not have the needed child.
I told Hadley to fire up the 4 wheeler and go collect her brother. She did. While I was waiting for their return, the doctor´s office called to see if I was having technical difficulties, as I was supposed to already be in the ¨virtual¨ waiting room
Me (watching the kids speed to the house on a four wheeler. Without helmets. Completely unsafe-like): Oh, no. No technical difficulties. I am just about to sign in.
LD was breathless, hair was windblown, and he had dirt all over his face. But he was present for his appointment. And we basically nailed it.
Happy Wednesday!
