Along about 15 years ago, we brought Logan home from the hospital. He wasn't in the house but for a few minutes when his big brother Blake (then age 3) was handing him his favorite toy tractor and telling us to put Baby Logan on the floor so the could play together. (Maria, who wasn't quite 2 then, had a better grasp on Logan's infant abilities. She just grinned ear to ear and gushed, "Baby, Baby, Baby!")
Anyhow, all these years later Blake and Logan are still enjoying brotherly together moments. Today they are moving dirt with a real bulldozer and a real skid steer, leveling the area east of the house and south of the barn yard.
A safe distance away, the future generation of big equipment operators are practicing with Tonkas in the sandpile. Little Clark (who isn't quite 2) is especially enamored with anything BIG EQUIPMENT. When he isn't absorbed in watching, he is busy mimicking it with his own toys.
A while back a couple of parents from church and we were discussing the increased barn pigeon traffic amid our 7-12 year old boys. Yes, barn pigeons. Unbeknownest to us, OUR boys were stashing crates of pigeons under the seats of the family van on our every trip to church there for a while. While the parents were talking after church, apparently there was a pigeon distribution going on in the church parking lot amongst the youngsters. Then OTHER daddies were unknowingly ferrying stowaway pigeons hidden under THEIR van seats as they drove off taking their own families home from church! Not sure why pigeons....
Garth (age 9) asked me just this morning what I thought about him raising up a couple of peacocks. I told him I didn't know anything about peacocks and I didn't especially want them messing up the yard, but maybe. He then said, "Ok, when daddy asks you about it, tell him you think it'll be ok." Ummmmm.....I think I just fell victim to the old "Go ask your mother" trap......
We continue our grounds clean up. It's getting to be rather encouraging to see progress.
Maria and Audrey are finishing up my bedroom ceiling this afternoon.
Paul took a pasture walk earlier today and just got off the phone with Kencove (fencing company). He ordered some fencing supplies.
I suppose someone ought to walk the perimeter fences picking up trash. This is a springtime ritual around here. It utterly amazes me how many people throw their garbage out their car windows when they're done with it. What a waste of time for the folks who have to go along and pick up after them! To leave broken bottles and such in the pastures along the roads is treacherous for the people and animals both here.
