Jim and I visited my hometown of Purvis, MS last week. It was a sad occasion but a necessary one since we had not been home since Hannah died. So many people wanted to put their arms around us and we welcomed their comforting embraces. I have a HUGE family on my mom’s side and I saw many cousins during our visit that I go for years without seeing.
Some sweet classmates also dropped by to see me and it was wonderful to catch up and cry buckets.
I made a little memorial table for visitors to see a beautiful picture of Hannah and some family photos of her aunts, cousins and grandparents.
Of course, no visit to my parent’s house would be complete without a few words about chickens. My crazy dad keeps hatching babies in his brooder although I need to buy him a calendar so he understands that December is not really the best time to do this!
He had two sweet little three-day-old Rhode Island Reds that needed a good home. Jim worked on Old Blue and tried to ignore my pleas to bring them home with us.
Get real people! Do you think this poor man stood a chance?
We named the pair George & Gracie. Ask someone over the age of 50 if you don’t get the reference. 🙂
I won’t be able to keep these guys because I’m already pushing it with ONE chicken in my back yard, but it will be fun to raise them for a while and give Daisy some company for a bit.
Actually George is a rooster, so I certainly can’t keep him when he starts to crow. No worries, I made sure I had a new home secured for them before I decided to bring them home. The little boy will grow up to look like this!
All of our cats have seen all this before. Raising chicks around cats might seem like an insane idea, but if you let them know that they are members of the family, the kitties soon lose interest and pose no threat.
I invited the children of my current Pink House guest over to get some chick love.
So for a couple of months at least, the Burlingame chicken farm is up and running again! Bring by the kiddos and grand-kiddos to enjoy a chicken cuddle. George and Gracie will probably be heading to the Jackson grandchildren’s egg farm some time around the beginning of Spring. Until then, come “chick” them out.
Happy New Year,