This isn't Bubba...
This is Bubba. Bubba is a rooster that belongs to my parents. For Easter, Gammie and PawPaw (my parents)bought some chicks for the boys to play with and have since adopted and given each one a name. They have Bubba, Pete, Boss, Flo, Bea, Buck, and Patty and I'm sure I'm leaving someone out.
Here we have Bubba pictured with Flo and Bea. Probably not, but there are too many for me to keep up with. I'm sure my children could tell me because they know each one by name.
Last night, the boys stayed with my parents so Ben and I could go to a party. So while they were there, they were able to get a little education on raising chickens.
Here is Bubba crowing. Mom said Davis would crow then Bubba would crow. I guess he felt threatened in his roosterdom. (Don't think that is a word) Below is a picture of Davis battling with Bubba.
Recently their chickens have started laying eggs. So it was excitement for the boys to be able to retrieve them from the coop. Here is Wilson with evidence of breakfast still on his face about to snatch an egg from the nest.
And here is Davis with his two prize eggs.
Please notice Wilson's outfit in this picture. This is the result of me asking Ben to pack their bags because I was running late as usual. Mom said there wasn't even underwear in the bag, so either they are going commando or they're wearing dirty undies. I guess I will know better next time. That's what I get for asking a daddy to do a momma's work.