Cheep Entertainment

Kyle and Mark began a summer venture with a 6:30 am phone call from the post office. There was no time for primping, there were baby chicks to be gotten. Several weeks ago, they had looked at the McMurray Catalogue and chose some chickens they would like to have. Now they are here! The post man made it extra fun talking to the twins about their plans for the little peepers, and teasing that maybe he would like to keep them himself. This man knows kid physcology. The thought of someone else taking care of the precious contents instantly instilled a deep maturnal committment and affection for their tiny wards. They could hardly wait to get them home to see them, hold them, feed them, name them . . . have them lay eggs . . . sell the eggs . . . buy lots of cool things . . . The dream was alive!

The mysterious, peeping, scratching box:

The blur of jostling, downy babies.

Twins, meet chicks. Chicks, meet your Mommies.

Cheep entertainment for Neil too.

I love a horse; the smell of its hide, its big soft eyes, velvety nose, pink, round tongue.

Have you ever thought what paisley and horsey noses have in common? Look at Polly's nostril - paisley all the way! This picture has it all, even a chap fringe and temple in the background.

Emily came over for a ride with Neil. Clarification: She rode ON Little Joe WITH Neil.

Neil is spending his remaining pre-mission days doing things with cousins and friends and us. These are happy, golden days.