Mad Cows and Crazy Boys

Kean was up with the sun this morning.  Make that well before the sun.

I tried getting him back to bed, finally gave up and headed downstairs to

make a big breakfast.

Crazy kid.  At 5:15 this morning, he kept pointing and grunting-- telling

me he wanted to go outside.

 Something must be in the air at our house.  Our one remaining cow, Sadie

(the other two boys have gone to that big freezer in the sky), went on a bender,

broke through our fence, headed down the road and broke into another

neighbor's corral to join his cows.

By the time Byron and four others got a rope around her and dragged her

home behind our truck-- she had pulled over about a thousand pounds

of the neighbor's fence!  Poor Byron came home covered in mud and manure.

 Mr. B sent Kean and I out to buy a harness for Miss Jailbreak.

Since Kean can't be around germy people and places, the lady in the store brought out

her harness choices to the parking lot and let me pay for one right there.

I swear, only in Idaho!

I felt like a virtuous drug dealer... trading money for a big baggie while sitting in my car.

By the way, tomorrow two new little boy cows are due to be dropped off at our house.

Hopefully, Sadie won't feel so horribly lonely and we won't have a repeat of this great escape.

As expected, Byron was too tuckered out to get the Christmas decorations down

from the attic... much to Reese's dismay.

To make up for it, the girls (including our neighbor Jaymie) each

decorated giant gingerbread men...

and as you can see... themselves.

As for Keanut, he's hanging in there.  He had a slight fever today

but it was gone by the time he woke up from his nap.

We are ten days into Phase four.  Fifty more to go.