New News:
The new chickens and ducklings are a favorite. Little arms and legs start flapping when poultry gets in her line of vision. She loves to sit with Momma or Daddy in the rocking chair while watching them waddle around in their box. We can stand her up next to the bird box and she likes to look in at them as well. We let her hold a biddy when we first got them. That was cute for .5 seconds. We forgot that she's got a grip like a pro arm wrestler. She almost ripped poor Margret Thatcher's head off. We never speak of the incident because Ryan had to pinch her to let go; he is now scarred for life because he pinched his precious baby girl. He will deney it if pressed for an admission.
An investigation into thievery and tomfoolery to follow the suspicion of some breed of sock monster in the Collins residence. If that's not it, can somebody please explain why only ONE sock EVER stays on this child's feet? It's an epidemic.
We do walks every day or so, depending on the weather. We enjoy visits to Dad in the shop or on the field.
She's getting the whole "giggle if it's funny thing", funny faces are something to giggle over (finally, I thought I was just so boring she would never laugh with me).
We are settling into life on the farm quite nicely. Plants, poultry and baby are all growing well with the warming weather.
love to you all,
m r and i
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