Kids

Well after a fairly restless, yet uneventful night (and a few trips to the barn at hours that I care not admit to in a public forum) we have been granted the gift of two new goat kids, compliments of Kate. The firstborn was a buck, Tecot* (tea-cott), and the second of the two was a doe, Hadawn (hay-dawn). The names come courtesy of Timnah. I'll have more info to follow on the morrow.

* - This is a correction. My post originally had Pecot.

Fodder for Foxworthy

After vacation, Andrea and I came home to an interesting voicemail message. It was our neighbor. He wanted to know if we had lost a chicken. We had not, in fact, lost any chickens...we did not have any to lose. So Andrea called our neighbor to inform them of such. But before just leaving it at that, Andrea had to inquire as to whether this particular chicken had laid any eggs...you know...just in case.

Also, over the weekend, Andrea and I broke (or upheld, depending upon perspective) our long-standing rule about leaving the house on Saturday. When we leave the house on Saturdays, we normally come home with less money than we left with. Andrea picked up a stand-mixer, as a replacement for our bread machine that had gone bad. I was much impressed at how Bed Bath and Beyond dealt with the return of a machine that was defective, but had also seen a good deal of use. But before we could leave it at that, we also had to run by The Home Depot and get a "wheeled trimmer."

A wheeled trimmer is basically a 22" wide weed-wacker with wheels. Its what rednecks use to find their missing automobiles. It did an excellent job of taming the waist-high flora that was populating the ditch in front of our house.

The only thing missing was a round of target practice at some old beer cans.

Time Off for the Spring Tour of Offspring

Well we're back from an all too brief vacation. Andrea and I have called this the Tour of Babies, because babies seemed to be nearly central to every stop we made. The first stop was Greenville to visit with the Stoddard's, and meet their sixth daughter Joanna. Stop number two was Florence, where we visited primarily with the Terrell's, Garris's, and Frost's, and meeting Lillie, Ethan, and David along the way. The last stop was a quick run through Birmingham to catch a glimpse of our adopted nephew, Coulton.

All that having been accomplished, I don't think the Tour will quite be complete until we get to visit Geena sometime over memorial day weekend.