Reed Ranch- Cute & Tasty

Our morning started by being woken up by the previous owners of the farm. They knocked on the screend door as they walked into the kitchen. They could see no one was up yet because Grandma was laying in bed with our 3 year old who finally chose today to sleep late. And her bedroom is right off the kitchen. It was only 8 am. I was sleeping in the back bedroom which you can see back into because none of the rooms have doors and with the right angles you can see into the rooms. They came to tell us that some Amish were going to be coming by this afternoon to give us a price on painting the barn roofs. Which we werent too concerned with at the moment. But thanks for walking in on us. They did say we were farmers now and we should be up at the crack of dawn. If had gotten out of bed I would have told them well you arent farming now so go back to bed. And what we would like to say is "and you dont live hear anymore so if no one answers when you knock dont come in". "Oh by the way can you take some of the crap you left behind in the barns too". But we are too nice at times and it is a very small town and we have to drive by their house on our way into town.

The Amish did come by this afternoon. Luckily Asa was home from work so he talked to them. They had a two horse powered buggy. The horses were beautiful. I wanted to take their picture and post them on the blog but Cheryl had heard they dont like their pictures taken. I said they would never know, its not as if they have a computer. I did take a picture from inside the house but it didnt turn out. Maybe next time. They came from a farm that is by Asa's work which takes him 45min by car. Who knows how long it would take by horse. I hope they had other business down here because they only stopped at our house for about 5 minutes. Just long enough to give us an estimate.

Asa, learned how to cut Happy Birthday's hooves. She is a great pet but she would be an awesome pet if she would stop pooping on the porch. The guy who showed Asa how to cut her hoove also bought hay and said he will hook us up with his hay dealers. Everything is word of mouth and zipped unless you know someone. While he was here his dog captured one of our baby chicks and killed it. Asa was going to breast it and cook it but he set it down on the rail of the porch for a second while he ran in to get his knife and when he went back outside it was gone. He never did find it. At first he thought Cheryl or I hid it from him because we didnt want to eat it. But we told him it was Woody. Who knows how many other chicken dinners Woody has had. Hopefully this was his one and only. Asa did bring the chick inside to show Cheryl and she frieked "get that thing out of here, it could have disease, or fleas or who knows what". I just chuckled to myself. And thats how the chicken disappeared. Woody!