The day I woke up on a farm

 Last week these little friends came over to play chase chickens. 

Who needs a kitty when you have a big old cuddly bird? 

 This morning Jeff and I are sitting at the kitchen table, reading. It's 6:30am and we hear a screeching, "cock-a-doodle-dooooo." We laughed out loud. Jeff commented on how he knew that was coming because "Ruffy Fluffy" had been "getting fresh" with the girls out there. Apparently our used to be baby chicks have turned into hormonal, adolescent hens and roosters and lets just say there has been some quite ruffled tail feathers out back. 

Well, after listening to the morning wake up call over and over I told my farmer husband that it was essential for my adrenal health to deal with that bird. I was so worried that the neighbors were going to be woken up and upset. So, after a little wifey coercing out goes the farmer to find the young man out there causing all the trouble. 

 "Be a man Brax. Come on, be a man."

 "Braxton, hold onto it like a man," said the farmer. 

 Braxton impressed me with how calm he was. I think he's a natural.

 And so, Emmett's little chick, "Ruffy Fluffy" as he named him, was chicken dinner.

Emmett woke up right before Jeff started carrying out the dirty work. He talked to Emmett about what was going on and what we had to do and Emmett wasn't even phased. "What to use my bow and arrow?" he asked?

When Jeff removed the organs of the bird I was showing them to the boys. The heart, the lungs, the intestine. It was so fascinating to them. Sweet Emmett asks me, "Mom, where is his Spirit?" So sweet. Braxton answered before I could that the Spirit already went to Heaven.

Adelle woke up after the chicken was in the pot for soup. It's probably a good thing because the tears came when her brothers told her what had happened. What would we do without our little drama queen. She wasn't sad about Ruffy Fluffy she was sad for Emmett because it was his chicken. She was easily consoled after we talked about it.

And that, is the day I woke up on a farm.

Now get me out of this city! I like a good early morning cock a doodle-do!

(But for the record. I couldn't eat the chicken for dinner. After smelling it all day it just didn't sound good to me at all. So it's in the freezer.)