Bubby has lisped several sounds since he learned to talk. He started with the "s" sound, and this progressed to lisping the "sh," "z," "j," and "ch" sounds. An amazing thing happened just a couple of days before Bubby's birthday. He came into the kitchen trying to pronounce the "ch" sound with a soft t. I praised him for doing this by himself.
Since that day, he has taught himself the correct way to say each of these sounds. I've been complimenting him as he perfects each sound. On Sunday, we tried to get him to say "Georgia" the wrong way, and he couldn't do it. The only sound that remains is the "s" sound, and he's working on that one.
On Labor Day, we visited the Yellow River Game Ranch. The kids enjoyed seeing all of the wildlife. I enjoyed looking at all of the different roosters. Bubby's most memorable animals were the bobcats and the bison. Precious, on the other hand, chased down a duckling and cuddled it until we made her put it back. She wanted to bring it home with her. After she let it go, she rested her head on a tree while she composed herself; then, she skipped back to us. It was this moment that we realized that she needed a fuzzy baby creature to cuddle, and we decided to let the Silkie hens brood.
And then yesterday, Mrs. Rumphius, the partridge hen went broody again. I gave her water and food in the roost, and she seems content. Precious found her in the yard today and promptly put her back in the roost. I hope Mrs. Rumphius will stick with it!
A couple of weeks ago, I couldn't find Mrs. Tableson. Then, I heard a slight chicken-twitter near the garden and found her in the tall grass where our corn used to grow. She had laid three eggs, and she was working on a fourth. "The Story of Jemima Puddleduck" came to mind. She was changing her laying location because I kept taking her eggs! I thought she was going broody, so I slipped an egg from the coop under her. But, alas, she left the eggs, and we ate them. When she does go broody, we're might let her stay on the nest. This will depend on Mrs. Rumphius' success at brooding.
Since that day, he has taught himself the correct way to say each of these sounds. I've been complimenting him as he perfects each sound. On Sunday, we tried to get him to say "Georgia" the wrong way, and he couldn't do it. The only sound that remains is the "s" sound, and he's working on that one.
On Labor Day, we visited the Yellow River Game Ranch. The kids enjoyed seeing all of the wildlife. I enjoyed looking at all of the different roosters. Bubby's most memorable animals were the bobcats and the bison. Precious, on the other hand, chased down a duckling and cuddled it until we made her put it back. She wanted to bring it home with her. After she let it go, she rested her head on a tree while she composed herself; then, she skipped back to us. It was this moment that we realized that she needed a fuzzy baby creature to cuddle, and we decided to let the Silkie hens brood.
And then yesterday, Mrs. Rumphius, the partridge hen went broody again. I gave her water and food in the roost, and she seems content. Precious found her in the yard today and promptly put her back in the roost. I hope Mrs. Rumphius will stick with it!
A couple of weeks ago, I couldn't find Mrs. Tableson. Then, I heard a slight chicken-twitter near the garden and found her in the tall grass where our corn used to grow. She had laid three eggs, and she was working on a fourth. "The Story of Jemima Puddleduck" came to mind. She was changing her laying location because I kept taking her eggs! I thought she was going broody, so I slipped an egg from the coop under her. But, alas, she left the eggs, and we ate them. When she does go broody, we're might let her stay on the nest. This will depend on Mrs. Rumphius' success at brooding.
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