When I got up this morning, I decided that it would be a perfect day to clean coops. It's been so bitter cold, I have avoided it. I told the boys to keep out of trouble, and gathered what I needed and headed for the coops.
Billy volunteered to come with me. Beaker wanted no part of anything that semed like work.
I thought of Billy as a baby, and figured he couldn't be much help. He hasn't said a word or done anything except follow Beaker around. For all I knew, he was unable to talk, and a little daft.
Wow, was I wrong. Without Beaker nearby, Billy actually talks. Not quite as much as his big brother, but close.
He ran to the BLR kids coop, and checked the food:
"They need more food, Miss Biz. Can I feed them? Please??"
So, I let him feed them. It took him only 46 Billy-sized scoops of food to fill the feeder. Meanwhile, I was scooping up poop. Next thing I know, Billy is right there beside me:
When we were all done, Billy helped me inside. Firt, he helped by putting the dog's toys away:
He helped vacuum, by directing me toward the dirt. For some reason, it seems the dirty spots were always near the dog, who doesn't like the vacuum.
He helped me dust. He helped scrub the bathroom. ( I don't know where he heard the term "spit shine".. but I wish he hadn't)
He was full of giggles cleaning the mirror:
and YES.. He even does windows!!!
He tried to teach the birds to clean their beaks ( they had pasketti for lunch)
That didn't turn out as well as planned:
OW, OW it tickles OW giggle giggle OW!!
