Never a dull moment...

Living out in the sticks with three busy children means they spend a lot of time entertaining themselves. I tend to get yappy sometimes, especially lately, so I will spare you all the details of this sordid story. Lets just say it begins with Ishee wanting to use my aquarium net as a butterfly catcher, a completely broken cell phone, a stop at the local five and dime after attempting a phone repair, spying a $1.99 butterfly net on display, and a question from the proprieter as to what exactly we plan to catch with said butterfly net....

Well, Mr. Abbott... if you only knew...

So we brought the butterfly nets home and Ishee used her's to pack around her Webkinz bunny on her back like a hobo, but the middle child was determined to catch more than just butterflies, because that's just how she is... butterfly's are boring, lets find something KEWL!
So, she and the boy (who didn't get his own net but should have) went out to grandpa's horse barn where the pigeons have taken up roost and went to catching... and they indeed "caught"...

The boy came running to the house, "hurry hurry mom, bring your camera, we caught a bird in the butterfly net!" So of coarse, I never miss a photo opportunity and I ran out to see the said bird that they caught. At first we thought it was some sort of chicken... partly because I couldn't see it very well, and partly because it was red and brown. Pigeons around here are ugly and grey, not brown, so it surely couldn't be a pigeon.

Ishee was convinced it was a duck and perhaps we should build it a cage so we can love him and hug him and pet him and call him George.

I wasn't touching it. Birds carry all sorts of diseases you know... I learned from Dr. House that pigeon poop has like over 100 infectious diseases in it or something like that. Therefore, go ahead and touch that nasty bird kids, just don't make me do it...

The kids also rustled up their dad to come see the hostage, and luckily, he's not afraid of no bird... Sure enough, that there's a brownish reddish pigeon.
We have a serious problem with pigeons around our house... they are everywhere and they poop on anything and everything. My father in law said the only good pigeon is a dead pigeon. But, Ishee was still convinced that said pigeon was a duck and therefore must live! The husband didn't have the heart to wring it's neck anyway, especially not in front of the children. He's such a good man.
So... off it went... into the wild blue yonder.
Now I could finish up this story with adventures of Ishee promising to lend her net to her brother so he could help catch another pigeon, then renigging on the offer, which then caused the middle child to scream relentlessly for a good 20 minutes about Ishee and her secret power to control the world and singlehandedly ruin her life, but I'll spare you the details...

Good times... good times...