Stories from the Homestead
This morning our family finished breakfast, were engaged in cleaning up and putting things away. I decided I'd really like a cup of cappuccino before I got moving on making some salsa with some reduced tomatoes from Fred Meyers yesterday. Suddenly I heard a large bird, I mean really large hit the front window. I exclaimed loudly "what the heck was that?" Of course my husband Edward just answered "huh? What? I didn't hear anything" So I went out to look. Thank God I did. Poor Pot Pie, our newest addition who is one of the few that DOES NOT have her wings clipped was hanging out in a pot of dirt at the window. The poor girl was looking in with desperation, not realizing I was standing on the porch. I shrieked "Pot Pie sweety, what are you doing here?" At which point I grabbed her, began walking to the yard where the chickens and rabbits are when I then screeched with a chicken held to my chest "DOG!!!!" Oh no. A dog was in...