Home

Oliver is home.  He brought home with him- some baby chickens, some more freckles, and an almost black eye.  The chickens are from his Daddy's house, the freckles from being a redhead,  and the black eye came from a "bad kid" at school.  Mommy is watching Oliver's eye.  As for the chickens...Mommy is letting Oliver keep them at our home until his Daddy comes back from up north in a month.  We are keeping the chickens in the garage. (yay.)  They are cute, but kind of stinky, and they have already pooped and peed on Mommy.  We will take good care of them.  Mommy guesses we are kind of like a "Baby Home."  

Checking out where the babies are living.

Chickens.  

Mommy's cuteness holding a chick.

Mommy likes this chicken the best.  (It has a funny head,

she just kind of gravitates towards it for some reason.  

Hopefully it likes Mommy too.)

Mommy likes how Oliver holds the baby chicks.

This big one hung out on top of the cage.

Wonder if they are all going to fit in the

cage by the end of a month?

Babies.  

Chickies, cage, and food.  It is all resting

upon Mommy's favorite trunk.

While we were in the garage, Oliver insisted that Mommy

get out the Halloween bucket.  So she did.  He went

through everything!

While Oliver was going through the Halloween gear,

Mommy scooped out our apples from Julian that

had been cooking in the crock-pot all day.  Yummy

cinnamon, brown sugar, Julian Orchard apples.  

(Last Friday was the first day of Fall.  Wow!)

Crock-pot weather!  

Mr. O still going through the Halloween stuff!