Fan fair and feathers

Yesterday morning I woke up and heard this horrendous sound. At first I thought the wind was blowing my purple butterfly wind-mobile dealie and it was rusty and loud enough to wake the neighbors. A while later, I heard it again and thought I better have Dave take it down for sure, I'd kill my neighbors if they had something that noisy on their house. Yet a part of me just couldn't believe that the noise was really from that. So...in the early morning pre-dawn light, I went out to my deck and HOLY BALLS! There were at least 5 turkey's sitting on our cedar fence squawking away. I yelled at Dave to get up just to make sure they were turkey's (I've mistaken pheasants for turkey's in the past - don't ask) and sure enough, he said they were! We've since discovered that they're actually Guinea Hens and there's a group of 7 just hanging around our neighborhood, going into people's yards, getting chased by the neighbors dogs and stuff. Below is the gaggle ? of them trying out a game of horseshoes.

Below is Gracie in Oma's sink. She got a touch of the diaper rash and her big sis Kendal was sweet enough to give her a bath.

We took Monday off work and brought the girls to the Great Minnesota Get Together. They both behaved excellent. Kendal had a moment of bravery and wanted to check out the haunted house. Unfortunately, as soon as we entered, she backed out and said, "I don't want to!" I talked her through it but mostly just held her all the way with my hand over her eyes. She was a toughie, no tears from her pretty eyes.

Below the little peanut is enjoying auntie's smoothie.

And once we finally left the Midway, she was out.

The Curious George was donated by a super nice woman just walking by. She and her dude were loaded down with stuffed creatures, big and small. Gracie was fussing in her stroller a bit so the lady bent down and played with her for a moment and left George on her lap! Now how nice is that?