Picking Apricots

Early one morning, my kids and I went up to my grandpa's hundred year old farm, and picked some apricots.

I was in a hurry to get there before the very hot son came out. Thus my kids got pop tarts for Breakfast. Lesson Learned: A just one year-old and poptarts don't mix, especially in the car with clean car seats.

Once we got there and were picking, I discovered the fruit to be very high in the tree. One ladder was not going to do. So we went to look in the red shed. Not much picking happened by the kids after we found this...

My parents were on a trip to Alaska, and in one of my dad's incubators was a little baby chicken. Noah and I went to take it out and it got a way from us. The red shed is quite cluttered, so I figured that little guy was lost forever. But Noah was amazing, and chased that little guy all over and finally caught him. You'd be surprised how fast those things can be. I told him he deserved to keep it after his awesome rescue. My dad concurred.

Poor Josie got quite neglected during the picking/bird saving process. One of the kids must have tried to get her out but could only un due her top straps. That was enough for her to get to the dirt. Just in case you ever wondered what pop tart with dirt looks like on a babies face...TADA!

Side note: We took the baby bird down to my dad's garage to be in a warm box with food and water. I didn't know the sides open very easy when pushed on...even by a small bird. When John went to check on the bird on the way home, he discovered it was gone. I freaked out and went to look for it. John said I would never find it, but when I walked in the door it was at the bottom of the stairs, sitting there like a child who had just got caught doing something bad. I do however, feel like finding it so easy was a very tender mercy of the Lord.