Thinking About It

My parents are actually thinking about getting chickens in our backyard which might not be a bad idea. The only thing I'm dreading is if we would have to eat the eggs.

And if their are too many, then Mom will probably be making lots of egg breakfasts. I hate eggs. I don't mind them in things that you bake or whatever, but just eggs.

Seriously I think I'd rather eat them raw than I would cooked. I think I'll ask Mom if I could try it one day when she makes eggs again...probably Sunday. I can tell you it sounds so much tastier then fried or scrambled eggs.

Mom and Dad have been looking at chicken coup plans for a while. They want to tear down our old shed to build on top of it.

I don't know if we WILL do it or not, but I know they're thinking about it.

-Courtney-

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving went well this year, as it always seems to. We had chicken (and I do mean chicken), stuffing, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes with marshmallows on top (it wasn't too bad either), green beans, and possibly some other foods that I might have missed.

I'm not sure about everyone else, but I'm glad we had chicken rather than turkey. It tastes a whole lot better to me, especially the way Mom makes it with spices all over the top. Mmmmm, I love the skin. With the spices and all sprinkled on the top, the skin tastes so delicious!

We also had pumpkin pie, brownies, and chocolate ice cream for dessert. Pumpkin pie is probably one of my favorite desserts of all of these. I especially like it when it has whipped cream on top. Nobody in the family likes it except for me and Mom. I kind of like it that way, though, because it's all the more for us.

Will and I had to do dishes all that day. We washed the breakfast dishes, the afternoon dishes (which were the dishes that Mom dirtied up when she was making the food for dinner), and finally the dinner dishes. It wasn't too bad, but....you know how washing the dishes is. (At least, I'm assuming you do) We just had to put a good face on it. That reminds me of a poem we have hanging on the kitchen wall. I'm not sure who wrote it, but it's a nice poem, that's for sure. Here it is if you care to read it.

" Thank God for dirty dishes
They have a tale to tell
While other folks go hungry
We're eating very well.
With home and health and happiness,
We shouldn't want to fuss,
For by this stark of evidence
God's very good to us. "


Here are some pictures below:

They won't see me if I hide behind this platter....
I am safe behind the platter
Table set for Thanksgiving Dinner.

Table set for dinner again...

Preparing the dinner...
Making the basket for crescent rolls.
Mom cooking...
Cooking something....Idk what...
PUMPKIN PIE!!!!...and crescent rolls...
All the desserts...mmmmmmm
What's cooking?
Jaime and her funny faces....
Lol what is that supposed to be?
Mmmmmmmmm, I can't wait to eat!
That camera looks tasty!
Err....Idk.....
Lol, no idea...
BIG smile.
Dinner time!!!
C'mon, Court, stop takin' pictures so we can eat!!!
Sweet potatoes with marshmallows on top mmmmm.
CHICKEN!!!!!!
Little One (or Faithful) eating her Thanksgiving treat, millet seeds.
Spanky and Fruity eating millet seeds.
...more millet....

....and more eating millet...


Thanks for reading this, and sorry that the pictures weren't so great. We didn't have the best lighting and my camera isn't all that great for taking pictures.

-Courtney-

Freedom To Peck: A Story Written Together

Freedom To Peck
By: The Robinsons

Johnny Pecker, a runt of a chicken, squeezed through the wire fence that surrounded the henhouse, and took off with a sprightly bound across the yard. Mother had scolded him for pecking at everything in his path, including his twelve siblings, so he had escaped while his mother was napping drowsily on her new batch of eggs. Joyfully, he moseyed about until he came upon an enormous tractor tire, which he immediately began pecking happily. Losing interest in the tire, he proceeded toward the tool shed, where he hammered his beak on several rusty tools which were strewn carelessly on the ground beside the shed. As he was pecking away at the tools, he noticed a peculiar looking snake snoozing in the afternoon sun, and because of his curious nature, he decided to investigate. This was the life! How wonderful it was to be finally free of his strict mother and her lenghthy lectures!

Cautiously at first, Johnny pecked on the snake because he wanted a playmate. As the snake did not awaken immediately, he began to peck even more insistently. Growing impatient with this slothful reptile, Johnny began to tease it rudely,"You are just as lazy as you are rubbery, and your head looks funny too!" When the snake did not respond to these taunts, he began to peck at its back more viciously than ever. Out of nowhere, a drenching waterspout rushed into his beak, causing him to be violently thrown into the air befor landing in a soggy heap.

Running frantically, he sped to the henhouse where his mother was just awakening from her nap, which had been most refreshing for once, since Johnny had not been there to cause trouble. In a panic, Johnny rushed under his mother's stretching wings, relieved that he had not been killed by the savage beast, and had lived to see his dear mother again. Since he was soaked and hungry, his mother kept him by her side and fed him some warm cornmash. Gratefully, Johnny nestled beneath her cozy wings and watched his siblings play. He was even glad to leave them alone because he had learned a lesson about pecking on others. Never again would Johnny desert the henhouse, not even for freedom to peck as he pleased.

THE END

-Courtney-