There are a couple stories blended into this one entry-
Story #1- Most of you know that I had a hamster named Ernest Hammingway ("Hammy"). Yes, he was the hamster who promoted literacy. I did, indeed, use the word "had" in that sentence. Well, Sydney and Gracie decided to put their fingers in Hammy's mouth a couple of weeks ago. Hammy reacted as anyone who had had fingers shoved in their mouth would react- he bit! This, of course, created chaos... not by the girls, but by Marty. So, before I could put bandaids on the girls' fingers, Marty put the hamster outside... get this... he put the hamster outside with the dog. We have a chocolate lab. His name is Haze and he is two years old. He has decided to make a habit of killing wildlife in our backyard. For example, he actually killed a bird. Instead of leaving it at the back door, as a cat would do, Haze completely destroyed everything of the bird except its feathers. Back to Hammy- as you can imagine, Hammy did not have a chance. So, we are less one animal. Amazingly enough, I am not sad.
Story #2- I will title this story "The Case of the Missing Lip Gloss". A few days ago, my pot of Burt's Bee's lip gloss went missing. This is not a surprise as my girls love to use lip gloss. Well, a couple of days after I noticed the missing lip gloss, the kids were in Logan's room with the door closed. All was quiet, so I decided to go investigate. I open the door and the cat came flying out of the room. I then smelled this fragrant, fruity smell and began to wonder what the heck it was. After puzzling over this mystery for a while, the cat came back into the room. She looked wet and smelled like strawberry. A few minutes later, I realized that the kids had smeared that lip gloss all over the cat. I found the empty, broken pot of lip gloss this morning.
Story #3- A couple weeks ago Marty killed his first buck (a male deer for those who may be ignorant). Since Marty and I are going to go hunting over Thanksgiving break, I decided to watch Marty clean and cut the deer. I want to be able to clean my own deer, if/when I kill one. All-in-all, the deer cleaning was not a bad experience. It was about like cleaning a fish.
A week later a man comes over with live quail. These quail are to be used at the men's wild game supper at our church. Marty and his friend set up in the back yard so they can kill and prepare the quail. After watching the men do it a couple of times, I got brave and tried to kill one. Juvenile quail are not huge birds, but they are sure hard to kill. So, I am just-a-twisting the bird's neck and nothing happens. Finally, Marty had to step in. So, I finished by plucking and gutting the bird. This is an experience that I didn't mind being part of, but I wouldn't care if I never had to be part of it again. Cleaning quail was totally different than cleaning a fish.
Story #1- Most of you know that I had a hamster named Ernest Hammingway ("Hammy"). Yes, he was the hamster who promoted literacy. I did, indeed, use the word "had" in that sentence. Well, Sydney and Gracie decided to put their fingers in Hammy's mouth a couple of weeks ago. Hammy reacted as anyone who had had fingers shoved in their mouth would react- he bit! This, of course, created chaos... not by the girls, but by Marty. So, before I could put bandaids on the girls' fingers, Marty put the hamster outside... get this... he put the hamster outside with the dog. We have a chocolate lab. His name is Haze and he is two years old. He has decided to make a habit of killing wildlife in our backyard. For example, he actually killed a bird. Instead of leaving it at the back door, as a cat would do, Haze completely destroyed everything of the bird except its feathers. Back to Hammy- as you can imagine, Hammy did not have a chance. So, we are less one animal. Amazingly enough, I am not sad.
Story #2- I will title this story "The Case of the Missing Lip Gloss". A few days ago, my pot of Burt's Bee's lip gloss went missing. This is not a surprise as my girls love to use lip gloss. Well, a couple of days after I noticed the missing lip gloss, the kids were in Logan's room with the door closed. All was quiet, so I decided to go investigate. I open the door and the cat came flying out of the room. I then smelled this fragrant, fruity smell and began to wonder what the heck it was. After puzzling over this mystery for a while, the cat came back into the room. She looked wet and smelled like strawberry. A few minutes later, I realized that the kids had smeared that lip gloss all over the cat. I found the empty, broken pot of lip gloss this morning.
Story #3- A couple weeks ago Marty killed his first buck (a male deer for those who may be ignorant). Since Marty and I are going to go hunting over Thanksgiving break, I decided to watch Marty clean and cut the deer. I want to be able to clean my own deer, if/when I kill one. All-in-all, the deer cleaning was not a bad experience. It was about like cleaning a fish.
A week later a man comes over with live quail. These quail are to be used at the men's wild game supper at our church. Marty and his friend set up in the back yard so they can kill and prepare the quail. After watching the men do it a couple of times, I got brave and tried to kill one. Juvenile quail are not huge birds, but they are sure hard to kill. So, I am just-a-twisting the bird's neck and nothing happens. Finally, Marty had to step in. So, I finished by plucking and gutting the bird. This is an experience that I didn't mind being part of, but I wouldn't care if I never had to be part of it again. Cleaning quail was totally different than cleaning a fish.
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