Bonny,Bonnie, a maiden fare.
With a winsome smile and golden hair.

Oh pretty tot,i plead,i beg,i do imply.
Persuade of Seth to sign the deed and satisfy.

your old Gram and Gramp are waiting all in vane.
What is the hold up, perhaps you can explain.

The old homestead is awaiting, time is short my dear.
If old Seth needs prodding ,kick him in the rear.

One must strike while the iron is hot.
No stagnation, up and off the pot.


An email from Grandpa Harold, it makes business interactions so much more interesting when everything is in rhyme.

Miracle of life

That's right. I was watching the chickens tonight to see if any of the fools learned how to use my chicken ladder. They can't fly very well because we trimmed their flight feathers so getting up and down from their nesting boxes and high roosts is a real challenge, hopefully my latter, former trellis will help. Well, while I was watching I saw Momma Chuck otherwise known as Motown squatting, I noticed she was pushing out an egg, it looked like a lot of work, she finally beard down and out plopped an egg! It was so warm and it won't role, must only role with when they cool down. Really good interesting times those chickens, to think, I thought this was just a regular relaxing Sunday.

Now to go watch Fantastic Mr. Fox with the projector Aunt Bonnie gave us, oh and eat bean soup.

** the large eggs are from Grandma and Grandpa's meaner than spit geese. Grandma said she cracked one into the pan and the gosling was already formed, I just don't have the heart to risk it.