Easter colors

The chickens gave us the most beautiful Easter eggs this year!

We dyed them red, purple, turquoise and orange sunset. I got to be the bunny and buy the chocolate and jelly beans. Did you know that jelly beans have a lot of sodium in them?
Neither did I. But they still taste good:)
One of our relatives in Holland had six chickens and they were all killed on Easter. It was her 8th birthday and they found all these dead chickens! She said it would be the worst birthday of her entire life. I would feel the same way.
We lock our chickens up extra tight now.
But yesterday they got out and followed my mom into the front yard, like she was their mom or something!

Crafty Kate:)

The first picture is a sunset I painted with watercolors. The second picture I made in my scrap booking class with Brittney.

Who's the biggest baby?

The dog on the bottom is Marley. He's at least four years old because we adopted him from the SPCA in September of 2008, and he was pretty big when we got him. The squirmy six month old with the big smile is Jeremiah, Veronica and Brian's new baby. But Marley seemed to get very needy when Veronica brought Jeremiah over. Suddenly Marley needed a lot of attention. He put both paws on Veronica's knee. He whined. He even turned around and leaned backward against Veronica just begging to be petted. We called him shameless, and opportunistic, and pathetic. It didn't matter. Maybe we should change his name to Baby Huey!

Earth Day pictures

Earth Day

I saw a mother goose that was going to have goslings. She was sitting on a nest at Eastgate Park. But when Tracey tried to pick up an empty bag near the nest the mother goose just stood up and hissed. She had a bunch of eggs she was keeping warm.

We were at Eastgate Park for a clean up and picnic. We picked up some bottles, and plastic and yucky cigarette butts.
The best part was seeing the goslings with their parents in the pond. We threw bread to them, and fish and turtles ate the bread, too. There were eight babies.
My brother grilled hamburgers and hot dogs, and we ate salad and brownies, too. It was lots of fun. Lisa and her daughter Lauren were there. And Margie and Andrew and Austin. Tracey and her daughter Cynthia rode their bikes over. Kirsten brought her dog, Tyler. Marley would have just tried to chase the geese, so we left him at home. Ryan and Allen were there, too.
By the time we left it was pretty dark out, and we accidentally took a couple of bags of trash home!

Tracey Woodward has a farm....

Wednesday I got to visit Tracey, who lives close to us. She has four chickens! The one on her head is named Rocky.
Tracey was holding Rocky when all of a sudden Rocky started flapping her wings and hopped up on Tracey's head. Luckily she didn't try to lay an egg up there!
The chickens lay eggs every day, and the eggs are all different sizes, just like the chickens. In the other picture Tracey is holding Sara Redneck, a pretty little bantam hen who lays really tiny eggs.
I think it would be a lot of fun to have chickens. But I'm a little worried about what Marley would do. My mom has to hang on to the leash for dear life when he sees a rabbit or goose in our neighborhood.

Kate here!

The snowman really isn't part of my support circle, but we made it the day my support circle got together for the first time. It was fun. We decorated cookies and talked about things we'd like to do and places we'd like to go.
We thought about maybe going kayaking and camping, and having a trash pickup. Ryan asked if I could write in a blog to let everyone know what was going on. My mom has this blog called Operation Independence, and she said I could use it.
So we are trying to figure out the best time to meet -- are weekends better or nights? Should we meet every six weeks and do something fun?
We are going to Ohio next weekend because Joe (holding on to Marley in the picture) has a guitar audition. And my mom and I are going down to Florida the third week of March to visit my Oma and Opa. But we will be around after that.
So let me know what you would like to do!
Love, Kate