The chicks are now able to get in and out of their little coop where they spend the night with the help of a small branch we put in it for them to climb. They ballet-dance up the stick and then fly down to the ground or in some cases, a few yards away where their mama is. They are growing up. And I am seeing way more tail feathers and combs than I'd like to but what can you do?
Wait and see.
I will point out that this morning the first three out of the coop were the ones with the least amount of tail feathers while the ones with the tail feathers were still peeping around on the ground, trying to figure out how to escape and join the rest of the group. I am NOT saying that the ones with the most tail feathers are definitely roosters and thus, perhaps not as bright as the others, I am just telling you what we witnessed.
This morning we got a call from the Weatherford brothers which was a lot of fun. Jessie had gone for a little hike and Vergil was feeding them their breakfast so they decided to call the Mer and the Bop. They sounded like they'd dined on crack, as excited and happy as any two boys can be. They told us what they want us to bring when we come visit. So far, that list includes the model car they were working on with their grandfather and also the Professor Wormbog book and the Thomas the Tank Engine book about the judge lady who lost her hat. I believe the farm was also mentioned. By the time we load up everything they believe we should bring, we're going to need to haul the trailer. Jessie told me later today that they keep asking why we aren't there yet. Of course, this makes us feel happy and it also makes us a little sad. We miss them. When I asked them what they've been doing they said that mostly they've been playing with their cousins, riding bikes.
Turns out that the bike riding is happening on the wrap-around deck that Vergil's sister and brother-in-law have around their house. Ramps have been built for easy access.
But I know they're just having the very best time.
And then- TA-DA! he was born and I'd never been so happy or so enchanted or so thrilled or so ecstatic in my entire life- I had a baby, a baby, a baby! I could have run a marathon! Holding him in my arms!
But I would if I could. I promise.