Maybe WE are the X-Files

Whistling girls and crowing hens

Will always come to some bad end...

I mentioned before that we have some crazy animals around here. I have tried to dismiss it as I am raising children alongside the animals and I hope it is not my influence that is throwing all the crazy around here. BUT, anyway... one day I will devote a full post to the animal weirdness around here and then you can decide for yourself.

Saturday morning was wonderful with a capital W. Everyone (including James) was sleeping late. (For us 7:30 am is late). I was laying in bed half asleep just thinking about the lazy day ahead and the Val party that night. Then, I heard this strange noise. Sort of a choking, screaming type noise. Being the mom of four I laid there for a minute before I jumped up. Strange noises are commonplace around here. Then it sounded again. Mark said, "What was that?" It sounded again so he sent Abbie (who was watching cartoons) to check on the back porch. She opened the back door and announced it was just Pearl trying to lay an egg. In case you forgot, Pearl is the bantam hen who lives on our back porch. Again the sickening noise. I told Mark he better go check to make sure she didn't have an impacted egg. Yes, we say things like that around here. He felt of my legs to make sure they weren't broke and then begrudgingly got up and checked her out. He came back, climbed in the bed, and said matter of factly, "The stupid chicken is trying to crow." Yes, she was on top of her box craning out her neck trying to crow. Why, I don't know. And she hasn't done it again since then. Between the crowing and the BAM, BAM of my neighbors shooting it's all kind of crazy around here.

Rebekah says it might be the well water. Thanks, Rebekah, that makes me feel lots better.