Here’s the “low down” on the hens that we purchased yesterday. Katie named them. We now have two “Spotted Sussex” hens named “Pandora” (the bigger one) and “Spot” (the smaller one). We also have two other “grey” hens that are a cross between the super rare Vietnamese Hmong and the largest American breed, the Jersey Giant. They are named “Hazy” (with the blue tag on its leg) and “Silky” (without the blue tag).
It’s interesting to see them in action. Valentine, our rooster, seems much more calm and alive. He seemed to lonely roaming around the coop by himself. It’s nice he has company now. I even saw him “preening” himself for the ladies this afternoon. The “grey” hens seem to have adopted him and hang around him more. Perhaps for protection from the larger “Spotted Sussex” hens? At any rate, they are getting along and it would appear to be one happy “Chicken Family” now.
Bobby is still upset about the “too short” haircut he got yesterday (see photo to the right), so I thought I would take him out to Poke Page for Daddy/Son Day #98 and some boba to cheer him up. He opted for the same one we were picking up for his sister, a taro root boba with pearls (creamy, nutty, and naturally purple)!
I was talking to the girl at the counter about the various ingredients that goes into their various bowls and she mentioned their special marinated tofu that tastes like French toast!
Bobby and I talked about a number of “off the wall” topics. For example, creating a Guinness Book of World Record attempt for the longest time bouncing on a trampoline. I told him that his mother and I could feed him hot dogs and he could catch them in mid-air and take a bite to keep his nourishment up. Just for interest sake, here is the current world record: “The longest time spent on a trampoline by a single person is an astonishing 266 hours and 9 minutes (nearly 11 straight days of bouncing). It was set by Jeff Schwartz of Illinois in August 1981. This record is considered unofficial by Guinness, but widely recognized in trampoline communities.
I also mentioned this statistic that I remembered from my childhood: “In 1972, Vesna Vulović, a Serbian flight attendant, survived the longest fall ever recorded without a parachute—an astonishing 33,330 feet. She was aboard JAT Yugoslav Airlines Flight 367 when a terrorist bomb exploded mid-air over Czechoslovakia, tearing the plane apart. Vesna was trapped in the tail section, which plummeted over six miles before crashing into a snow-covered hillside. Miraculously, she survived the impact, suffering a fractured skull, broken legs, crushed vertebrae, and temporary paralysis. Experts believe her survival was due to a combination of factors: the terrain cushioned the fall, the fuselage protected her from the worst of the impact, and her low blood pressure caused her to pass out quickly, preventing her heart from bursting due to rapid decompression. After ten months in the hospital, she recovered and eventually walked again. Her story remains one of the most extraordinary feats of human survival and earned her a Guinness World Record for the highest fall survived without a parachute. Vesna became a national hero and a symbol of resilience, and although she passed away in 2016, her legacy continues to inspire awe around the world.“
When we got home his mother mentioned that Brodie was wondering if he could come over to play, so he grabbed his electric bike and with a smile on his face he was off. That bad ole’ short haircut a distant memory… 🙂
I took the “Taro Root Boba with Pearls” I picked up for his sister up to Katie’s room. She was on her bed, trusty Batman at her side, doing math homework.
We heard back from Mrs. Nelson, Bobby’s teacher last year, about the “combo lock bike incident”. Here’s what she said: “I will ask the office to speak to all students about the bike racks and Darci Gilmore can follow up with Bowen. Once this comes to Lucinda and Darci’s attention they won’t single Bobby out but rather make it more of a whole school respect for property.” Perfect! We don’t want to escalate this incident if it doesn’t need to be…