Sinclair and I drove down to see Farmer Devon at Wabash feed store and he set us up with the fertilized eggs and the incubator. Out of the dozen eggs miraculously three of them hatched. "CoCo" our faithful gatekeeper at Casa Chaos inherited these chicks: "Boom-Boom", Elmo and "Peep Peep"
Out of nowhere, Sinclair started asking about "Boom Boom" -- hearing this, CoCo master planned the visit this morning. Sinclair went wild with excitement! This chicken was so gentle, ate out of her hand, sat perfectly still while she stroked the soft feathers (while sitting on my Rose Tarlow chairs) made chicken noises on command. This Rooster was tamer than most dogs I have ever seen. I lay ya' 8 to 5 in Vegas that poultry are not allowed in our neighborhood as pets. Alas, if I had to plead my case to the (high affluent' blue blood) board I would want this cool Rooster by my side!
If Steven Spielberg needed a chicken to take instruction on demand, "Boom Boom" would be the chick!
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How do you explain to your pilots you Princess has her pet chicken she wants to put on her private jet????
Guess that is the advantage of flying private
get well soon
I wanna see the faces of the blue bloods when you petition to keep "Boom Boom"
Found this on the net and thought you might like it. No idea who wrote it.
Cost VS Reward
I have seen repeatedly the breakdown of the cost of raising a child, but this is the first time I have seen the rewards listed this way.
It's nice, really nice!
The government recently calculated the cost of raising a child from birth to 18 and came up $160,140!
That doesn't even touch college tuition.
For those with kids, that figure leads to wild fantasies about all the money we could have banked if not for (insert your child's name here).
For others, that number might confirm the decision to remain childless.
But $160,140 isn't so bad if you break it down. It translates into $8,896.66 a year, $741.38 a month, or $171.08 a week. That's a mere $24.44 a day! Just over a dollar an hour.
Still, you might think the best financial advice says don't have children if you want to be "rich." It is just the opposite.
What do your get for your $160,140?
Naming rights. First, Middle, and Last!
Glimpses of God every day.
Giggles under the covers every night.
More love than your heart can hold.
Butterfly kisses and Velcro hugs.
Endless wonder over rocks, ants, clouds, and warm cookies.
A hand to hold, usually covered with jam.
A partner for blowing bubbles, flying kites, building sandcastles, and skipping down the sidewalk in the pouring rain.
Someone to laugh yourself silly with no matter what the boss said or how your stocks performed that day.
For $160,140, you never have to grow up.
You get to finger-paint, carve pumpkins, play hide-and-seek, catch lightning bugs, and never stop believing in Santa Claus.
You have an excuse to keep: reading the Adventures of Piglet and Pooh, watching Saturday morning cartoons, going to Disney movies, and wishing on stars.
You get to frame rainbows, hearts, and flowers under refrigerator magnets and collect spray painted noodle wreaths for Christmas, hand prints set in clay for Mother's Day, and cards with backward letters for Father's Day.
For $160,140, there is no greater bang for your buck.
You get to be a hero just for retrieving a Frisbee off the garage roof, taking the training wheels off the bike, removing a splinter, filling the wading pool, coaxing a wad of gum out of bangs, and coaching a baseball team that never wins but always gets treated to ice cream regardless.
You get a front row seat to history to witness the first step, first word, first bra, first date, and first time behind the wheel.
You get to be immortal.
You get another branch added to your family tree, and if you're lucky, a long list of limbs in your obituary called grandchildren.
You get an education in psychology, nursing, criminal justice, communications, and human sexuality that no college can match.
In the eyes of a child, you rank right up there with God.
You have all the power to heal a boo-boo, scare away the monsters under the bed, patch a broken heart, police a slumber party, ground them forever, and love them without limits, so one day they will, like you, love without counting the cost.
ENJOY YOUR KIDS AND GRANDKIDS!!!!!!!
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