Alabama Tracks

Running down the length of the house, holding her chickens in the air and flapping their wings, she yells “Fly, fly, fly, fly fly, fly.”

Earlier in the day, the chickens had to nap. She tucked them in her bed and shut the door.

By the end of the day, the Plymouth Rock was missing his wings. They’ve since been reattached.

She told me she loved me for the first time yesterday. It melted my heart.

He’s cutting tooth number 8 and refuses to try walking without holding onto the table.

Just because they are so stinkin cute…

Ruthie colored on the wall again - this time completely on purpose and she knew it was naughty prior to doing it.

Ruthie found Flala taking advantage of a warm dryer while I pulled out the clothes.

And one more, just for Auntie

2 weeks to the day, my Flala came back home. We had several days of trying to trap her on the back porch only to find that the cage had been triggered and no cat inside or the food missing and the cage not triggered. But last night, it all apparently worked. My baby is back in the house. She came out of the cage willingly and immediately into my arms. She is bathed (boy was she nasty) and now she is basking in the warm sun safely on our bed.

I’m so thankful she’s back. I’ve had a weight lifted and a shadow of depression removed. I feel lighter and can feel like I can smile again. Thank you to all who prayed.