Chewlee enjoyed herself today. The Beast tried to fix her bike (the chain kept slipping off on her) but it did it again. So he let her use HIS bike, which really is a bit bigger than she can ride comfortably but she did really well on it. It doesn't have the typical bar (he bought a *girl's bike* because of the stiffness of his left leg from his strokes). It was just much easier for him to get on...but the bike IS a light blue.
So she rode around the neighborhood and even got a chance to visit with Sammy, a neighborhood boy that's around her age. We know the family and they are very nice people. In fact, we have their phone numbers so we can always call and tell them to send Chewlee home when needed. Yesterday, Chewlee helped me gather the chickens eggs and put the chickens away for the night. She accidentally cracked one of the eggs but she did crush the shell and put it out for the chickens (they can use the calcium). In fact, the Beast bought a bag of calcium supplement and added it to the chickens feed.
Chewlee actually reminded me of the Princess tonight when she was pedaling the bike home. As she went past us toward the driveway (we were out on the front porch), I could have sworn that it was the Princess at Chewlee's age. Even down to the tan. She has the same build as the Princess did at her age. I was so shocked that I said to the Beast *OMG, doesn't she look like the Princess!* as she passed in front of us. I really had a flash-back and he agreed that it was true.
So the Princess' daughter will more than likely end up looking very much like her mother and Gunner will look like his daddy (only cuter...LOL). Sorry, Johnnycakes.....but I love you nonetheless. Gunner has the cutest dimples.
The girls did a bit better today with 9 eggs but one of them was cracked. Guess one of the fatter chickens sat on it or laid her egg on top of it. It's funny how fat some of them are. I swear the Beast is planning on a nice chicken dinner sometime in the future....LOL. If he chose Frantic Fran, I wouldn't be able to eat her. We call her Frantic Fran because she seems to always run everywhere...all the time. She's the only one of the chickens that does it constantly. Or Freddy, the rooster for that matter. We haven't really named any of the others.
There are four chickens that seem to love being around Baron. Every time he is out in the yard and laying down, they gather around him. The cat can often be seen at the chickens watering trough along with several chickens. They aren't the least bit afraid of her. We have decided to change her name to *Sassy* since she isn't afraid of anything, it seems. She has never been afraid of Baron or the chickens. She was so curious about them and the Beast swore she just wanted to kill one of them. But from the first time she accidentally got into the coop, she never threatened them in any way. The chickens seemed to know that, too. So they have never been afraid of her.
Well, time to close. I still haven't showered and I really need that tonight. Tomorrow I have to take Chewlee home (she is enrolled in the Children's Crossfit and tomorrow she has to be there). It's just two days a week, Monday and Wednesday. She missed a day or two and it is almost over. It ends when the kids go back to school, I believe.
Love you all. Take time today to tell your family and friends that you love them. Tomorrow is not promised so do it today. ***Hugs***
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