Aha, I'm not the only person that needs to chant "Do not throw the phone!"
On the animals count, people look at me like I'm insane when I say I have "about 90 adults". The chicks have an annoying habit of finding ways to die, so they are considered an unofficial count. This morning I found one one-month old chick dead and another taking it's last breath. They stick their heads through the wire and then get puppy-piled. I guess if your hatchmates stand on you long enough, you run out of air. At least these were "my" eggs from my flock chickies.
My last hatch was zero percent. Can't get any worse, right? Don't even want to think about it.
The kittens are busy tearing up the house. Oldest Child's calico "Hikari" came up to me covered in cobwebs. Apparently the webs "bothered" her whiskers. Hikari allowed The Boy Child to pull them off. She had been dusting under the china cabinet again. Then later Chicken Hugger was rolling on the foyer carpet with all three kitties. She was being chewed, clawed, and licked. And loved every second of it!
I've told the kids "Take care of your kitten first, then help with the others." This works until someone screams "Stop playing with MY kitten!" Dearest Hubby and The Boy Child weaned the kittens while the girls and I were away this past weekend. The kittens are still telling me I should hold a bottle for them. They eat Kitten Chow wet and dry, drink water from a bowl, and eat wet canned food. They are not starving. They got chicken feathers this week. They've been "killing birds" ever since. Pushing the empty tissue box is also a joy. Their toy box is filling up with mice, balls, and chew toys (not just for puppies! Sharp, needle, baby teeth!).
It's time to do the chicken chores and try to accomplish something in the garden. Ttfn.
Amy - that's hilarious! My last phone had a terrible accident also, somehow it flew across the room and right into a wall. Cost me since I had to buy another one but the stupid thing is supposed to be a "smart" phone and it was very stupid.
