A June Morning with Grandma

I loaded three buckets on the Big Red and drove to the farm to visit my Grandma.  I was about to go inside the house when I spotted the backyard gate wide open and 2 dogs barking at me.  I walked through the backyard around the pine tree and saw Fred and Grandma putting up cages around her tomatoes.  We all picked strawberries for lunch. She pointed out her row of blue potatoes.  Uncle Darrell read somewhere online that blue potatoes are healthy for you.  They spent a lot of money on these plants and Grandma will be mad if it doesn't produce good potatoes.  Fred and I listened to Grandma tell us her concerns about the bugs eating the rhubarb leaves and the flowers in the flower bed aren't doing well as the ones in the flower pot.  We went inside the house and sat at the kitchen table.  We talked about the weather, my trip to Colorado, the obituaries in the newspaper, her broiler that can't walk because it's so fat, and so on.  I didn't notice the time until Grandma grabbed some chicken out of the frig, started tearing it apart, and threw it in a pan.  I grabbed Fred from the living room while Grandma covered the baskets of strawberries with tin foil. We loaded the strawberries, a bag of chick feed, 3 pails of chicken feed, and Fred in the Big Red.  I drove home, unloaded the strawberries, and went to my chickens.  Fred and I were goofing around with the chickens.  Here's one of the big babies.

 

 

 

 

 

Okay Fred, that is not how you hold a chicken.