We are down to only one parrot, the feather-plucking one who is tame. We sent the last adoptable one to his new home last week. The house is noticably quieter, and will be much cleaner (once we have cleaned it to begin with, so it has a chance to get dirty again.)
That sound? It is me breathing a huge sigh of relief.
FUN-IN-A-BOX!
About Me
- Homestead Mom
- I'm a suburban woman on a quest for the simple life on our 10 acres in the Fingerlakes region of New York. I am living the dream and staying home to raise my two kids while my wife and I try to renovate our 150 year old farmhouse and keep the grapevines from consuming the house. We are a free-range family, and I spend my days with the kids crafting, gardening, canning fruit, and keeping the peace. Some days I'm lucky enough to fit in a little knitting.
My life, my writing, my pictures.
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