Chicks & Bean

So do you remember those chicks that I saved from their murderous mom? They left my living room this weekend. I'm kind of sad. I kinda like chicks in my house. The cute little peeps that welcome me when I come into the living room, their sweet little faces staring out from the little window. But alas they had become teenage chicks and weren't so little and fuzzy anymore. Plus they make a lot of dust in the house. No, they need to go join the flock and hopefully get along with their evil moms. They are being kept in a pen inside of the hen house until they are around the same size as the other hens. Oh and as for whether any of them are roosters, I have at least one....which I'm kind of excited about. I've been keeping chickens since 2010 and never had a roo.

On nice days they get to go outside.

Our little Bean is integrating nicely into the household. It's like she's always been here. She's already situated herself as alpha dog and bosses all the boys around. Every morning when I put my shoes on to take the kids to school she jumps up on me and waits for me to take her to the car. She sits between the kids when we go to school and rides on my lap on the way home. It's our little routine. I feel bad not bringing all the dogs be she's so tiny and calm compared to the others.

I tried to get a selfie with her and she went all "spazy" but it made for a funny picture.

Did manage to get a good one.

Sean's Home for Retired Milling Machines

The Hubby has been spending a lot of time out in the shop on various projects. Last month he gained another project when the F250 blew a spark plug. He bought the kit to replace all ten spark plugs with inserts to prevent that problem from happening again. Most were fairly easy but several in the back were pretty difficult to replace. I believe it took him two weekends but he got them all replaced and the truck back to running smoothly.

As you can imagine, his knees hurt.

He's been on the hunt for the perfect milling machine to replace two of his current milling machines. He has a Bridgeport in pieces that he planned to restore but decided to replace it with a working machine and sell it. I think he's decided he has too many "project" mills and wants to actually use them rather than put them back together.

He found a nice one on Craigslist in working order and decided to buy it. He brought it home and then we had the fun opportunity to unload this 2700 pound piece of machinery off of our trailer. He loaded it onto the trailer using a Come-Along and a few lengths of pipe (and about three hours of time) so he used the same method to get it off the trailer. He slowly let the cable out of the Come-Along while I took the front pipe out and replaced it in the back. It worked great and since we had gravity on our side it went pretty quickly.

So now he has four milling machines in his small shop. I told him he's running a rescue for elderly milling machines. We'll see if he can rehome a couple of them to free up space.....for more.

Feisty

And then there were four.

Wesley's been asking for a guinea pig for several months now. I told him he needs to save up his money and then he can buy one. In the mean time I thought I'd see what guinea pigs sold for by going to Craigslist and looking for baby guinea pigs. So I click on the "Pets" link and there as the first listing is a person trying to rehome their Boston Terrier. I had to click on it. Up came three adorable pictures of a sweet one year old female Boston Terrier. Forces beyond my control made me go get my cell phone and text the owner just to see if the dog was good with other dogs. I mean, why even show the add to Sean if the dog wasn't good with other dogs?

Of course the owner texted back immediately saying she was fabulous with other dogs. So there I sat debating whether to ask Sean if we can get another dog. We already had three dogs....Chance our 14 year old terrier mix, Cody the 9 year old lab and Winston the 1 year old Boston. Winston and Chance play a lot together. It consists of Winston chasing Chance around until little old Chance gets tired and lays down on his side. Then Winston tugs at his ears and jumps around him. It's kind of sad. Chance is old and can't play like he used to, he tries though. I'd been thinking we needed a young dog to take the strain off of Chance. Sean agreed. I went and picked up Bean the Boston Terrier on Friday.

Bean is tiny compared to Winston. She's a whopping 12 pounds while Winston is 19. They play and play and play. She's feisty and dominant over Winston. He loves every moment. The older dogs could care less about her arrival.

These two play.....

...and play....

....and then retire to the water dish.

The kids love our little Jelly Bean.

Cody shares his bed.

My typical evening routine. I'm definitely a dog person. Dieter, my parents dog is in this mix, that's why there are five.