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 Sawyer wore out his first BB gun.  The tip literally blew off the thing.  He tried to replace it with various other pellet guns, but nothing quite stood up to the abuse like his trusty Red Ryder.  After months of saving and decision making, he finally made the leap to buy a replacement.  To say he is in heaven, is an understatement.  He couldn't fall asleep last night.  He hasn't stopped talking about the quality of the gun.  His exuberance is palpable.  

"Mom!" he exclaimed last night after shooting his first 100+ rounds. "I'm so glad I got this gun, and just in time for lizard season!"  He and his brother went through 500 more BBs today, and let me tell you, lizard season has been quite a success!  The chickens couldn't be happier.  Nothing goes to waste.

Sawyer's excitement for lizards can only be matched by Emerson's love of "wormies."  And "wormie" season is also upon us.  She spends extensive time digging up the garden finding fat worms that she collects and carries around by the handful.  Sometimes they go in a "cage," sometimes the chickens are again the happy recipients.  So long as she's not eating them herself, I'm okay with this pastime.  She might be eating them herself.  I choose not to ask.  

Also, in season: piglets.  We acquired two, and they are currently our favorite entertainment.  The girls like to wake them up in the morning with a song and dance about "piggies" and then they check their "nest" for eggs.  I have video evidence that I will be saving for their weddings.    

Try and convince two toddlers that piglets don't lay eggs.  My mothering skills are not up for the challenge.  They may not have a future in farming, but they are persistent.

And that's about where the circus currently stands.  Also, I cleaned my floors today so I feel like a champion.  Thank you and amen.  

     

  


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  1. Are they learning pride in ownership? Your environment looks dirty

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    1. Yeah, it’s a real pigpen! 😂

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