Yesterday was gorgeous. The boys were wild, loud and hyper, having been cooped up in the house for days. So on went the coats, hats and gloves. On went the boots and out went the boys.
I thought it might be fun to let a few of our chickens run free, as they too have been cooped up (pun intended). I thought they would be grateful for a little exercise, but as soon as I set them outside their pen, they ran around and around trying to figure out how to get back inside.
So I let the boys chase them around for a bit.
When Boots and Echo came bounding out of the yard, the boys abandoned all efforts to catch the birds and started to pursue the kitties.
Joe started to sing “We’re going on a bear hunt” as we ran around after the cats. I explained to him that we were hunting cats, not bears. He looked at me and very seriously said, “But we don’t eat cats, we eat bears, Mommy.”
I guess he told me.
I had a moment of panic when I couldn’t find Jacob. I turned my back for a few seconds and he was gone.
Luckily, I found him in the tall grass, sitting and grinning and saying “Boot, Mommy. Boot.”
Somehow he had gotten tangled up and lost his boot.
The morning was crisp but sunny. And bright with a slight breeze…not the whipping Northwest wind that has been plaguing us of late. It was nice for us to get outside and run free on the homestead.
a pinch of homestead 
