Chicken Anyone?

 Little Ian came for a visit!!  I enjoy seeing him and try to be somewhat entertaining for him.  I showed him the chickens!!  He was interested in the little ones I think!! 

 This little hen has a wild comb.  Hope my neices and nephews are getting a look at this one!!  I need their help naming her.  She's always nervous but she's a good one.  Nervous Nellie is not an option!

 Mama Cuckoo Maran and her little brood of seven chicks. Raising chickens is easy work but still looking for a buyer for my coop and hens.  I am looking to design a new improved set up!!   

 Pat and Michelle contributed the eggs for my hen to set on.  Looks like we have Rhodes and Barred Rocks.

 

Klayton

 We had pictures taken Labor Day weekend.  The package arrived in the mail today!!  It sure makes me want to pack up the car and take another trip to hug this little bear.

Aggy's Gift

Paul's milking goat, Agnes or Aggy gave Paul a surprise one day.  He came home from work to find she had a baby!!  But he didn't know she was delivering twins.  So later on he found another surprise!!  Paul reports she's not being a good mother and seems to be rejecting the kids.  Paul is hoping to sell his goats.  Anyone want a kid?

Chick Cam

 Seven chicks survived my wreckless animal husbandry.  The pterodactyl mother hen keeps the other hens on the other side of the pen until her peeps have eaten and drank their fill.  Buck loves to lay and watch the peeps!!  I know that on the farm Buck does the same thing for Michelle.  He keeps watch over the birds.  The little peeps get out and Buck will pace around and around the pen, almost like he is herding!  Let me tell you though, if it were a 'possum or muskrat he'd have them for lunch, tail wagging!

 

  Sure love the handy dandy eggs but LOVE the handy dandy omelet maker!!! ;)  My husband!

My Flowers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Taking My Trophy Buck For A Ride

 My sweetheart son #3 took his prize buck home with him to S.D.  I can't tell you how empty our wall looks now in the family room downstairs!!  It actually makes me want to paint and redecorate down there. 

The Collector

Anyone who knows me knows I keep every photo, school papers, newspaper clippings and cards, letters, bulletins and whatever else a historian finds valuable.  I'm a storykeeper!!  I want to make scrapbooks about my family.  I hang onto memories through items like dishes and linens and songs and more. 

Every now and then I realize I have taken it too far.  It's embarrassing to admit that I want to touch and see everything that is leaving my parents home and my big sister stands patiently by. I know we all had our moments seeing treasures come out of the cabinets and closets and shop but I have to hope on these things that maybe someone else in my family will experience the same memory I had in some way through these things.  But the truth is, it isn't the item necessarily, it's the people and the events and the family that are apart of something.  Let me share one example... Grandma Vi had a chip and dip bowl.  It was cosmopolitan in it's day and every holiday and birthday she had our favorite Old Dutch potato chips in the big bowl and the dip on a clip on stand that attached to the bowl.  After Grandma died, one of my cousins got that bowl!!  We gathered together before my sister flew back home and we had cousins coffee and chips and dip were served in that bowl!!  Yes, it was special and it reigns in a home that treasures that dish for the memories it holds.

Beyond dishes and knick knacks I have to sort through the story keepers boxes.  I have LOTS of files and three ring binders of someday scrapbooks.  I am thinning it out!!  But just like the belongings of my parents I have to see, read and decide what stays and what goes.  I'm trying to see what my sons will want to see and what they will possibly throw without care or want.  I have to fit my collection onto one book shelf and not in bins all over.  Us historians are histerical!!  I have visited enough historians that they will understand my collection.  We get called upon by those who have saved and decide to save no more.  We are like the humane society of old family photos and newspapers.  I cannot stand to see treasured family photos in antique stores.  I almost feel compelled to hunt down the next of kin and ask them to learn more about their fore fathers.

Here is the reason I save so many things.  I found four papers that Grant had to write for school!!  Each will have an elaborate page in his scrap book!! [ I will write it as he wrote it and with the misspellings ]

BEING THE YUNGEST

Being the youngegt is the best because you don't half to do much chores at your house.  But the bad thing is that you get beat up buy your brothers.  But my oldest brother is nice to me because  he lets me drive his truck and I don't mess around with his stuff and I help him alot so he won't hert me so I help him and he helps me.
  He is 18 years old and we collect baseball cards together.
  And thats why i like being the yungest

Grant Bergloff

I will never forget the day we went goose calling

When I went goose calling with my brother at 7:00 a.m..  After we got to the Pond we made blinds in the thick grass.  then we cuddle in the grass.
My brother was 10 years old I was 8 years old.  We call only one big patch of geese but they landed at the airport land so they did nut land buy us.
After about and ower and a half we herd this noise  berrrrrup out in the woods we stared at the wood four minutes, then we took a metal bar and just walk in the woods and I was so scared I thought it was a bear so I was walking with my brother buy the deer stand and we heard it from the deer stand and climb up their it was my other brother Paul in the deer stand making that noise in the woods so we got all are stuff and walk home.  And my brother was laughing so bad he had tear coming out.

Our Little Blessing

Thank you LORD for this beautiful little boy!  Thank you LORD for the time spent together this weekend.   Thank you LORD for this BLESSING!!

Klayton Isaac, our first beautiful Grandson!! 

In This Place We Meet

John and I stopped by a Citgo in Trevor, WI.  Picked up some soda pop and chips and sat in the car in front of this cute little channel to Cross Lake.  We were listening to 50's Radio.com  They were playing a song, a lady singing in French.  I named her... Edith Piaf.  The next song was a Doris Day singing!  My napping husband sorta chuckled and said I was a smarty pants.  The next song was a Percy Faith Orchestra and a gal singing, WHERE IS YOUR HEART.  Aahhh such a sweet moment.  Good ol' fashioned music and a little rest after our long drive.  We have a sweet little reunion happening today!!