"Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to let you in."

-- Robert Frost

Monday, May 17, 2010

Chubby's birthday

Shouldn't every child get to attend a chicken birthday party on a Saturday?

Only in the country, I guess, would you find a heap of kids excited to celebrate a chicken's eight years. And trust me, in chicken years, that ain't nothin' to sneeze at. Our 4-H friends all brought their birds and we really whooped it up -- funky chicken style.

We brought presents. You know, a cute baggie of worms freshly found after our most recent rain, a carton of tomatoes, some home-baked layer scratch and corn cookies (our dad said they smelled so good but we didn't go so far as to let him try them -- though almost).

We had a cook out -- no chicken just all beef hot dogs. There was cake, and yes, I checked carefully to make sure it was people cake not "chicken cake" as was threatened. You don't even want to know what goes into a chicken cake.

And this is just Eliza having a good time.

It all reaffirmed why I love it here and how much I've so enjoyed getting to know these wonderful people. They sure know how to keep it real.

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