Kelton's Big Day!

My baby boy is no longer small, really he hasn't been for quite sometime.

Cowboy Kelt

It is interesting how very different my two sons are. Sort of like Country Mouse and City Mouse. Kelton is my horse rider, outdoor conqueror, creator of all things made with sticks, baler twine and dirt.

David, Kelton, and Devon

He was a little slower than Shal to really make friends. But, succeed he did and he had some of them over to help him turn twelve. They had a great time shooting each other with airsoft guns, chopping logs, wrestling and making stupid videos of themselves in the dark with my camera. You know, tween boy things!!!

Happy Birthday, Kelton!!!

The Answer Is...

Summertime in Venice...

I'll try the next time to make it a little easier, k?

Beware! Rooster on Guard!!!

Never try to mess with a cranking, protective rooster's ladies. I think that was the lesson Kelt learned this week. Although I must admit,
Kelt is pretty ingenious in his own way of handling Mr. Big Stuff.


I just happen to glance out the window the other day and saw the rooster acting very strange. He kept running back and forth between the doors of our coop. It then occurred to me that the main one was shut and the rooster was quite agitated. Just then the door flew open and I see Kelton running full speed out of the coop carrying the egg bucket. Zoom... he flew past the window and out of sight and then I see the rooster hot on his heels, I guess I didn't realize how fast those suckers could run. Then... Bang! In the front door slammed Kelton, laughing and breathing hard.


Of course, I wanted to know all the details of his escapade, and he proceeded to tell me of his crime against Mr. Big Stuff. It seems that there were too many hens crowding the laying boxes,


so Kelton shut the coop doors and began to ruffle a few feathers and gather the eggs. Here is where the rooster went ballistic. So Kelt timed it just right by messing with the hens, making the rooster run to the opposite door and that is when I saw the flying child and the mad dashing rooster in hot pursuit.


All this leaves me with one question. Are these precious eggs worth that kind of trouble? You bet ya! Even Kelton would agree, though he kept commenting on feeling himself still shaking 15 minutes later, the adrenaline rush was definitely worth it, and out smarting and out running the crotchety 'ole guy as well. I think its easier to collect eggs when the coop is deserted, for what it's worth, but that is me and not Kelton. Sigh:)

Country Kid Fun!

Here's a little of what goes on in the life of a country kid...


This is the Preemie Foal from a month ago, which we are still trying to fatten up. In the mean time, she has become a pet and playmate.

According to Kelt, after a little play, he pulled Neftali down into the hay beside him and she eventually fell asleep. Which prompted this photo shoot, I guess. Pets come in all sizes, you know:)


Kelton is my little chef, and one morning he took this picture of his breakfast. Poached eggs over ham and toast, topped with cheese, with a little bacon and broccoli on the side. Yum!

A little imagination goes a long a way out here!
Until later...