Owl

We have a great horned owl in our yard. I assume he is a he because he is so damn big. Last week we lost two chickens, out of the blue, they were just gone – and then today the owl arrives. Hmmm. I don't think it's a coincidence. The owl is so beautiful though that we haven't really discouraged it from hanging out. The kids really love it.
Parker just woke up and promptly started yelling. When I got to the room he was pointing at the ceiling yelling "OWEE, OWEE!" He has a very cute habit of adding "E" to the end of everything so mom is obviously "momeee" and chips are "chippee" and as we've discussed boobs are an emphatic "boobeee". I really never want this sage to change or end. Despite all the sleep-deprivation and the complete lack of self my kids are all at these really great ages and it makes me want to vomit my heart on the floor. After the owl and all the excitement Eliza told me she had an "acre" in her tummy from all the owl investigating and she was worried about the little "chickee's"
See them in all their cuteness here