Introducing ...

Fritz.

Fritz-y.

Fritz-william.

The Fritz-carleton.

Walter's little brother.

My sixth son.

Rabbit killer.

New farm kitty.

Or just Fritz, for short.

 

It's so much fun to have a little one around again!  It will be even nicer when the weather warms enough for him to live outdoors permanently and guard our garden from the naughty, naughty rabbits.

Extreme Cuteness

Ry-man is pretty much getting away with everything these days since his Mom has a thing for gappy-little-boy-smiles.

 

Thankfully, he is using his special powers for the good of all around him

{with exception of his weak Mom}

 

Overheard just today, "Hey, Ryland ... go ask Mom if I can have a cookie. She can't say no to you these days."

Brothers.

 

 

Also overheard today, though it relates in no way to being front-toothless:

"Ryland, if we keep practicing surgery on paper people maybe Mom will let us have a real body to practice on."

 

I don't have a picture to go with this conversation as I was listening to what they were doing on the sly.  Imagine hand drawn people on copy paper  with diseased organs in need of surgery.  Enter  5 and 7-year old boys using scissors and tape as stitches.  Then imagine hearing them long for a real body to practice on.  Being a Mom is scary at times, folks.

 

Look Both Ways

A quick peek out the front windows of our little-farm-in-the-city might reward you with a glimpse of our city-chick, Little Red.  She prefers pavement over dirt and grass these days.

Poor Tarver, he's had to herd her numerous times away from the neighbor's front porch to her unexciting little chicken yard.

 

Turning your head to the back windows you breath might be swept away at views such as this.

I keep wondering how we can be so blessed to enjoy this tapestry of Creation colors from the comfort of our own home?  And I also wonder why Little Red would want to leave the backyard when this is her view. 

 

Chickens don't appreciate much, do they?

Brothers

The Fall colors were beckoning for a photo shoot today ...