goat | 4 little Fergusons

When I pictured my life with Dale, I imagined a house with a white picket fence….

But what I didn’t imagine was that there would ever be 27 chickens behind that fence!

I am learning to be a Country Girl, I really am, and I have surprised myself along the way…….

I LOVE having gardens.

But ask me how much I loved having 4 different ones after summer is over….

Hmm, one for each kid to maintain????? haha 🙂

I love living out of town where no other homes are visible.

I love hanging our wet swim clothes or clean quilts out on the clothesline.

(This was not allowed in the neighborhood I grew up in…)

I love the fresh, cold from the spicket well water, though at first I swore you had to chew it first to swallow, based on the high mineral content.

Oh, and have I mentioned, I love my chickens?

I have? Many times?

Oh.

Ok, well, I still do, just in case you were wondering…..

I love that they come when I call.

Love them enough to have chased Mr. Fox down the lane, yelling and waving my fist (in bathrobe and slippers) to save them.

Story here.

Do you remember when my kids used their own money to buy 5 Astrolorp chickens?

It has been a really great way for them to take responsibility and care for them each day as part of their chores.

Well, Grandma Eileen, being the thinker she is, had a great surprise early/late Birthday present in store for the kiddos:

She got us Silkie Bantam chickies, with the promise of Americana’s to come, once they are hatched.

To say the kids were excited, would be an understatement!

Pax thought they sure looked tasty!

No kidding, this is what they should look like once they are full-grown.

We got the sightless kind because they are supposedly easier to care for.

BAHAHAHA! Just teasing.

Yes, this really is what they will look like, and yes, they can see under that mop of fur.

Aren’t they just so stinkin’ adorable!?!?!?!?!?! {cue girly squeeeeal}

The fun thing about the country life, I am learning, is that we have our fair share of other critters out here too:

Like Raccoons

Salamanders named Sam

As you can tell, Tylan is not to impressed with the visitor on his shoulder.

Right after this photo of little 1 year old Avery was taken, Sam the Salamander took off up her arm. She came UNGLUED! For weeks after, she’d tell the tragic tale, in her little teeny baby voice, showing with motions how Sam ran up her arm to her shoulder. She ended the story with “And I cwy and CWY!” (And, I cry and CRY!)

Princess the Possum. who sadly, did not visit for long.