My kids have always gotten those too words confused :-)
This week was fairly routine. They were charging for the Lance's Baseball Away game this week, so Jared stayed home with Amber and Titus. Since I got in free as "Manager" I took a chance and came along, so glad I did. I was ready to keep my distance along the 3rd base line but we got there and it was another normal game (Despite email threats of goofiness, we're four for four of people acting rationally). The weather was perfect again, his team was not, they lost 3-7 but it was baseball and friends so it was still a great night. Season is now 3-1.
Amber's friend Kathryn has a neighbor that wants to teach the two of them how to sew. I had my friend Katie (who knows about sewing unlike me) keep an eye out for a used machine. She said the old ones are much better, "you don't really want the junk they make today". Well, she found one and after some negotiation Amber and I picked it up. Amber is so excited. I got another friends daughter to come over and show us the basics in how to use it because Amber was about to explode otherwise. I'm really excited about all the possibilities of having a sewing machine and obviously so is Amber.
Titus and I were hanging out in the Florida Room on Sunday. Titus was playing with the chicks, everyone else was away. Suddenly we hear the weakest, quietest, most-pathetic cockle. I sat up and asked Titus "Did you hear that?". Then he stood up. When it happened a second time, I pointed to the chicken and said "Go catch it!". This was a command my eager barefoot Titus was quick to execute. The chicken juked him a couple of times but eventually he brought the chicken up to me on the back stairs. We looked at its legs and sure enough, the chicken had spurs, which means it was not a chicken but in fact a rooster. This is particularly strange for a couple reasons: 1) Comets are suppose to be sex-linked, which means the males and females are different colors at birth making it fool-proof to distinguish 2) We have had this chicken for over a year and it had never made a sound. Roosters usually reach sexual maturity by four months. The world keeps getting wackier each day.
*Update: Since none of our hens are broody and he hasn't made a sound since free ranging last week and that sound was quieter than the hens we've decided to keep him for now. I'm tempted to breed him with our Sapphire Gems and see if we can "make" the perfect chicken, but that will take some research.
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