This guy is five months old!!!!! Has it really been almost half a year since he was born? Still a sweet little man. He can roll both ways, but hasn't yet put that together into rolling in a direction. He hates it when I set him down and walk away. He tries to grab my food when I'm eating. Just so you know.
We had our first big snowstorm of the year a couple days after Thanksgiving, and of course, the chickens wanted to go out and play in it. I went into our window seats and pulled out the bags of hats and gloves so carefully sealed. The kids dug in and I heard them say, "These are stinky!" Small particles were falling out of the bags, which is when I decided to smell them. They smelled like death, so I sent all three to the bathroom for some scrubbing and did my best to get all of the nasty hats and gloves back in the bag...I set it outside and went and vacuumed and disinfected the "death zone." Josh told me that he'd go through the bag- very sweet and wonderful of him- and we found three poor dead baby mice- past the pink, hairless stage and into the sweet little fuzzy fat part...it made me feel so sad. We, or some other predator, must have caught and eaten the little mother up. I won't go into my imaginings, or the dead baby mouse funk I was in for a day a…
We went out to eat at Rosie's (again, in Middlebury) after church with all the family left, and Steve Maxon thrown in for good measure. It was some good times, great fun. The kids coloring. The service took a while, and my three went a little stir-crazy at the end. Mom and Dad. Miles hung out on the table for a bit. It was all very country-chic. The Tate crew.
Christine and Grace.
Driving back to the Lake. By Sunday we were very aware that our vacation had only a few days more, and we were feeling a little vacation desperation.
We dedicated Miles to the Lord at the church that Joel pastors for. Dad Tate did the service.
Nancy took these pictures for me- they left right after the morning service. This is the same church that we dedicated all of the other chickens at, so there was a nice sense of continuity. I love this church.