chickens just can't help themselves.
if you need them to move into a new coop, just build the new coop a few feet away, then put a road through...
my smile today came from a couple of coaches i befriended this past baseball season. we ran into each other one night recently while practising with our sons on the town fields, and they invited us to join them this summer as they practice together to teach their sons how to hit, field, and throw.
we had a great practice tonight, and my boy performed well. i knew he was nervous being around the best players in the league, but his did his best and had fun.
later, i found out that two of the coaches used to be professional players in the dominican republic.
thinking back, it makes sense. these guys are as smoothe as silk in the field, and all hit well and have guns for arms.
i'm just so thrilled to be able to play with these guys, and couldn't ask for better guys to teach my boy the basics as well as the nuances of the game. man, i was busting my ass to keep up, though. ok, i am 15 years
older than them, but that's no excuse.
and i get to work on my spanish. the kids laugh at me when i make a mistake, so i just curse at them in german, italian, polish, or korean. you know, the american way!
lol, just judding.
sorta. (under my breath)