Dead Chickens

We went down to Mandy's for dinner at 3:45pm and returned around 7:00pm. There was a dead white chicken in the neighbor's front yard. So we stopped and I threw it in the back of the truck and went to check out the rest. At that time I thought maybe it had been hit by a car, although the chickens hadn't been out front.
The setting Wyandote wasn't on her nest, and the fencing around it was bent. I went out and could count only 20 chickens. After going around the coop I located the Wyandote hiding under the play tent and round up 3 other hens that were in front of the shop. That left 2 hens still missing. I walked around the back of the shop while Steve started up the 4-wheeler. Over by the burn pile was a dead NH Red with two piles of feathers, one red and one white. I then saw the last chicken, a red, walking around rather dazed with feathers sticking-out wildly. Some dog must have gone into the coop and chased out the Wyandotte, ran after the others, attacked them by the west fence, killed the red and white, and taken the white off to the neighbor's.
Where is coop cam when we need it? And where was Bingo, she is supposed to protect the flock.
Down to 23 hens and 2 roosters. Steve was sad it wasn't at least one of the roosters - and why didn't they protect the hens?

Big Weekend

The weekend started eary with Mandy, Trevor, and the kids coming up Thursday evening to eat and for Trevor to work on the cars.

Steve helped clean up...notice he was already looking more relaxed...even before the big news. On Sunday he was releasd as bishop and hasn't stopped smiling.






Yes, 8months or so later the rain barrels are up and already filled. Good thing I finished them Friday night, we had rain Saturday morning that over-flowed them. If I were doing it again I would raise the over-flow drain as high up as possible. Now there is a good 4 inches of unused barrel space.




At "the farm" kids get to do all sorts of crazy things like ride in the back of a pick-up truck.





Bingo keeps watch for us.



Of course bathtime is always a must at grandma's...






as is watching CloneWars.

Easter Weekend

The fun began with Tom cracking pecans late Saturday night so I could make a carrot cake for Sunday dinner. He was working a look that was not fashion forward.

After conference on Sunday the kids came up for dinner and an egg hunt. Will told Matt his plans for finding the eggs.




Before the hunt we tried to get a picture with the kids in their Easter clothes.















While we were at church Tigger hid the eggs.

Abby and Emmy helped each other find their eggs.

Tigger hid Reed's eggs extra hard.

Abby loved throwing eggs at Matt.

Too much fun and food means nap-time.