One Lucky Worm
I brought a fresh bunch of mint and rosemary into the kitchen, rinsed it well, and plopped it into a vase on my desk. It smells heavenly and is so nice to look at since I’m stuck in my little corner here all day. The next day I noticed something moving on the leaves. It’s a super, tiny caterpillar. For a second or two I actually thought about taking it out and feeding it to one of the chicks. But, there was only one and I didn’t want to look like I was favoring anybody and besides, I don’t think I could take any creature off to be eaten by another creature.
We’re down to three now. From six to three. Two died and one Zander played with just a little too hard. Those little things are fragile! Anyway, just to make it clear - Zander did NOT attack the chickie, it was hopping around his nose and they were playing and he just… sort of… uh… well, never mind. But, it was an accident!
After all, he used to be best friends with a rooster.
We still have a black and yellow one. Kate named it Kodak. Which is fairly unisex, considering we still have no idea what sex they are yet. Still waiting for crowns and things to show up. They are awfully cute. Like fat tennis balls with legs and wings!
So, I’m putting on a sunny face. Sunday is Mother’s Day (Happy Mother’s Day to you gals who are celebrating!) and after the week I’ve had… well, let’s just say my kids OWE me. BIG TIME. Not the little one, just the older two ingrates. Let’s just say that when they want to be stereotypical teenagers, they are really, really good at it.
This picture was taken just a couple of hours before the accident. That little gold chicken next to Kodak? That’s the one that got it. I still feel bad about it. It was Ethan’s favorite.
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May 9th, 2008
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