Just an update that what we assumed to be a mortal wound isn't slowing down our (still unnamed, because, you know, she's alive) chicken. After spending 5 days in the intensive care unit of the Lang household (read: a dog crate in the garage), we deemed the chicken ready to re-enter the free world. The first day or so was not good, she seemed to be in shock, but nothing a little neosporin and bandages can't repair I guess. While still looking fairly brutalized, she is in good spirits and as a bonus has become quite docile and will perch easily on my arm.

 

In other big news, Phoebe is making great strides on the potty. Falling in the category of gross things that will always excite parents, she did her first #2 in the potty this week! Twice! We're doing the naked training method, so we have her in diapers as little as possible. Summer is a handy time to potty train that way.

 

Sidenote: Betsy just mosied up to the house carrying an egg in her mouth from our chicken who free roams in the pasture. She carried it quite a distance without breaking it...classic Betsy. And now I'm off to clean up a mess equalling the above in grossness but much less exciting...during a car ride today Milo projective vomited on the console of my car, coating the radio and temperature controls in whatever random food item he got into today while I was working. Life on the farm, always interesting?