An Eric Interview

*Insert bored look... or the not pleased with her situation look* Greetings folks. Yep... she somehow roped me into two of these... That sister of mine. Anyhow. Let's get this setup so I can get going on other stuff that I need to do.

Back Cover Blurb:

Arthur is the rightful king of Briton, but his Uncle Mordreth refuses to give up the regency.   Arthur and Grandfather are now returning with allies to wrestle the kingdom from his uncle's grasp.  But not all is as it seems among his allies, and everyone has secrets.  New loves, old loves, lost loves, kingdoms conquered and kingdoms stolen.   Who is the real "rightful heir" and will the nearly forgotten sword in the stone finally answer this question?

Author Person: (Nope, she's a Ladybug) 

This isn't her

This is

Kendra E. Ardnek loves fairy tales and twisting them in new and exciting ways.  She's been practicing her skills on her dozen plus cousins and siblings for years, "Finish your story, Kendra", is frequently heard at family gatherings.  Her sole life goal has always been to grow up and be an author of fantasy and children's tales that also glorify God and his Word. You can read more about her on her blog,knittedbygodsplan.blogspot.com.

Goodreads Page: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23563093-my-kingdom-for-a-quest

Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Kingdom-Quest-Bookania-Quests-Book-ebook/dp/B00RN7T004

Paperback: https://www.createspace.com/4322491

To help promote my new book, I have my other books scheduled to be free on the various following days. Please include on your post whichever books are free on the day of your post(s).

16th-20thhttp://www.amazon.com/Take-This-Quest-Bookania-Quests-ebook/dp/B00CFDHFT4/

17th-21st http://www.amazon.com/Saffrons-Big-Plan-Other-Stories-ebook/dp/B008EYY1C2/

Link to tour Schedule: http://knittedbygodsplan.blogspot.com/p/blog-tour-sign-up.html

As they continued to search for some sign of life – even Doranna’s aviary was empty – Robin became more and more frantic. Soon “everyone’s missing” escalated into “they’re in danger,” from which naturally followed “we must rescue them!” And that somehow translated into Robin storming through the entire castle, gathering every weapon she could find, and depositing them in a huge pile in the front entry way.

“You know,” Eric remarked, as he followed at a safe distance – Robin with a sword in her hands was a dangerous thing in any situation, and right now she was on the warpath, “I’m not sure King Jonathan would be too excited about finding every weapon in his castle in the front entry way …”

She spun around. “Well, we can’t just sit around doing nothing!” She spun back around and continued her march. “They’re in trouble, I know they are!”

Eric took a deep breath. “And I’m quite sure they’re not.”

“And what makes you so sure?” she threw over her shoulder. “They’re missing – explain that!”

Eric hesitated a moment, not exactly sure how to put it in words. “It’s a feeling I get. I just know when someone’s in trouble. They’re not.”

“You’re the one who thought that the path was going to disappear.” She reached the pile and deposited the sword she carried.

“Robin, can we please think about this logically for a moment,” Eric pleaded, positioning himself in front of the door she headed towards.

“Them being in danger is perfectly logical,” she pointed out, shooting him a glare before she disappeared through a different door.

Eric sighed and followed her. “Yes, but piling all the weapons in the entry way is not.”

“We have to do something!”

“I understand, but how will a pile of weapons help them?”

“They’ll need them when we find them.”

“And exactly how are we going to get the weapons to them?”

She actually paused for half a moment. “I …” she began, and then she snapped back into her brisk pace.  “You think of something.”

“Ah, so that’s how it’s done,” said Eric, shaking his head.

And now for the questions. 

1. What went through your mind when suddenly your sword was in the ceiling and a girl had put it there?

It was something along the lines of “Father’s not going to like this, and there goes my chance of being the youngest student ever to be admitted to the academy.” 

2. Which attempted rescue of an Enchanted Princess was your favorite?

The Mountain Princess, because I met Casperl during it, and set him on the path towards his own rescue of her. The other attempts were pretty much futile.

3. Favorite Memory involving your brother?

The first time I ever bested him with the sword. He was nine and I was five, and he didn’t speak to me again for three weeks. Ah, good memories, though I don’t think he’s ever forgiven me for it.

4. What is your favorite food?

Blueberry tarts. For some reason, I always associate them with a job well done.

5. What was your earliest memory?

Well, it’s not any one memory in particular, but I do remember that I could frequently get my rocking horse rocking so hard that I would actually travel across the room as I imagined myself the hero of the tales my nurse would tell me.

And so, that is it, I have tons to do today, so I have to go. 

Till Next time

V. Kathie Ardnek Out. 

Kendra's Blog Tour; How (not) to write a book.

As Many of you guys know, Kendra, my elder sister, is an author... and as an author she sometimes publishes books, and when you just happen to be the younger sister... You just happen to get in on it whether you like it or not. Enjoy. 

Back Cover Blurb:

Arthur is the rightful king of Briton, but his Uncle Mordreth refuses to give up the regency.   Arthur and Grandfather are now returning with allies to wrestle the kingdom from his uncle's grasp.  But not all is as it seems among his allies, and everyone has secrets.  New loves, old loves, lost loves, kingdoms conquered and kingdoms stolen.   Who is the real "rightful heir" and will the nearly forgotten sword in the stone finally answer this question?

Author Person: (really sis! I thought you were a giraffe)

Kendra E. Ardnek loves fairy tales and twisting them in new and exciting ways.  She's been practicing her skills on her dozen plus cousins and siblings for years, "Finish your story, Kendra", is frequently heard at family gatherings.  Her sole life goal has always been to grow up and be an author of fantasy and children's tales that also glorify God and his Word. You can read more about her on her blog,knittedbygodsplan.blogspot.com.

Goodreads Page: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23563093-my-kingdom-for-a-quest

Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Kingdom-Quest-Bookania-Quests-Book-ebook/dp/B00RN7T004
Paperback: https://www.createspace.com/4322491


To help promote my new book, I have my other books scheduled to be free on the various following days. Please include on your post whichever books are free on the day of your post(s).

14th-18thhttp://www.amazon.com/Sew-Quest-Bookania-Quests-Book-ebook/dp/B005G3ZFKG/

14th-18thhttp://www.amazon.com/The-Woodcutter-Quince-Other-Stories-ebook/dp/B00QHEGJEY/

14th-17thhttp://www.amazon.com/Ankulen-Kendra-E-Ardnek-ebook/dp/B00EZAXWYM/

16th-20thhttp://www.amazon.com/Take-This-Quest-Bookania-Quests-ebook/dp/B00CFDHFT4/

17th-21st http://www.amazon.com/Saffrons-Big-Plan-Other-Stories-ebook/dp/B008EYY1C2/


Link to tour Schedule: http://knittedbygodsplan.blogspot.com/p/blog-tour-sign-up.html

Snip it

Her posture relaxed slightly, and a grin pulled at the corner of her mouth. “Well, in that case, catch.”
Arthur had barely enough time to put up his hand before he found the sword she had been polishing in it. And then he had barely enough time to raise that sword before the blade was crossed with the one she wore at her side.
After barely blocking a few vicious blows, the sword was twisted out of his hands. A moment later, Robin was back at the bottom of the pile, polishing the sword as though it had never left her hand. A smirk pulled at one corner of her mouth. “Well, now I know what we have to work with.”
Arthur swallowed, glancing down at his empty hand. She didn’t sound terribly impressed.
“I’ve had suitors worse than you, that’s for certain,” she continued. “Your worst problem, as I suspected, is that you’re nervous about the fact that it’s a real sword.”
“Well, I’ve never actually held a real sword before in my life,” Arthur protested.
“My condolences. It’s taught you bad habits.” She held up the sword he’d used and pointed to a few notches in the blade. “These weren’t here five minutes ago. You blocked wrong – with the edge rather than the flat. Of course, that is precisely why I gave you a sword with such inferior metal, so you wouldn’t damage my sword.”


And now folks, for the main event. Her tips for writing... *insert face palm* You guys will understand in a moment. Here we go.


It seems my sister wrote a post about writing an essay several weeks back and you guys loved it and wanted her to follow it with a post about how to write a book. Except that, while she’s a good writer, she doesn’t consider herself to be an expert on the subject, so when I told her that she had to put up a post for me during my blog tour, she presented me with the topic.

I’m the author of six books now, I should be an expert, right?

It’s a simple process, really. I don’t know why everyone insists on making such a huge deal of it.

First, decide you want to write a book. (See, I said it was simple) Whether or not you have story is another issue. Just decide you want to write a book.

Once you have that goal fixed firmly in your mind (and blasted across every social media site you can find), find Microsoft Word on your computer (unless it’s Windows 7 or newer, in which case, you’ll have to go find a program to download online, such as Open Office – or a Mac, but I’ve never used a Mac, so I can’t help you there), and open up a nice, new, shiny document and … stare at the flashing curser for about ten minutes as it crashes upon you that you don’t even have a title.

Quickly back-peddle back to those social media sites and beg and plead for tips from anyone who might have any experience with writing. Among all of the bad advice (which you assume is solid gold), you get directed to a couple dozen writing blogs and books, which you devour eagerly, and that in order to write a book, you need Characters, Conflict, and Conversations.

Characters first … well, you’re an interesting person, so you decide that your main character is going to be just like you … except, well, you don’t really want to include the fact that you’re actually terribly lazy and wouldn’t survive five seconds on an epic quest (you’ve already decided that you’re writing a fantasy novel that will rival Tolkien), you leave that out. No one wants to read about a lazy person, right? And while you’re at it, you get rid of those few extra pounds and tone up your muscles, since your main character has to be awesome. You are smart enough not to give your character your own name, instead giving your brainchild something fittingly awesome, like Destinee, or Hunter, maybe Rowan.

For conflict, well, naturally, you need a quest, so you have a random old man show up with a prophecy and a map, which your character realizes was meant for them, and so they pack up their bags, including the last bit of coin that their parents had been saving for some special occasion and the old sword that they’ve been practicing in secret with for the last few years. Oh, and you decide that their father died when they were an infant, because nothing sparks sympathy in the hearts of readers faster than a dead parent.

After dutifully tapping away for about three hours, you run out of ideas, but no matter, you have some good words, and your story is moving, and besides, it’s time for supper, so you head downstairs to eat, play a few video games before bed, and then crash.

When you pull up the document the next day, you stare at the blinking curser for about twenty minutes, as you realize you still have no ideas. So you bring up your problem in the writing forum you joined the day before, and you get told to introduce a new character. One person suggests that it be a love interest, and you really like that idea.

So you create this new character, giving them all the qualities you’d like in a mate, making them smoking hot, or drop-dead gorgeous, because you NEED to have them fall in love at first sight in order for your plot (or lack thereof) to work. Oh, and you make them an apprentice mage, because this is a fantasy world, and you need to do some worldbuilding.

And so your writing day continues, and you get more good words in until you run out of ideas, and you go eat supper and go to bed.

The next day, as you stare at that blinking curser, contemplating your lack of ideas, you recall the advice of yesterday, and decide to add a second love interest, because love triangles are popular, and you can never have too much of a good thing. You decide that this second person will be the complete opposite of the first, but also smoking hot/drop-dead gorgeous as applicable. But let’s make this person a thief, who’s trying to undermine the whole mage system.

You’re main character will take FOREVER trying to figure out which one to choose.

The next day, you realize that you need to put that sword to good use, so you defeat some ogres that randomly pop out of some friendly woods, and then realize that you need to be focusing on that prophesy, so your Mage Love Interest suggests that they go to visit an oracle. When you get to her, the Thief Love Interest reveals her for the shame she is, and thus succeeds in toppling the mage system. Your character realizes that this is the one for them, since the other was nothing but a phony who wanted you only for the prophesy … which, it turns out, was fulfilled when you took care of the oracle.

You excitedly type the words “The End,” publish it immediately to the fiction site you had just joined, and blithely ignore everyone who declares it the worst thing they’d ever read. They obviously wouldn’t know good fiction if it hit them upside the head with a fish.

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SISTER! I do hope you guys enjoyed my sister's snarky, not give you straight answer, side... Cuz I didn't. Believe me guys, DON'T FOLLOW HER ADVICE! In this post, she gave you all the things "NOT" to do. Anyways... Good grief. 

VK 

Dove Elephant.

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Made by a friend. 

Free hand sketches

Pictures I have drawn.

Before I fell and hit my head this is the level of art I did.... 

It isn't that anymore but, I'm trying. 

Pegusus 

Steeple 

Key, Tapemesure, Microphone, heart box, and want to be whistles 

A want to be whistle

Something I did about a year and a half ago

Bowling Pin with face and hat...

This is supposed to be my grandfather... Nobody recognizes it. 

Two headed turtles

I must be dreaming. That could be the only explanation for the red sky... red sky... oh no... I feel my cheeks grow hot remembering the last time I was here getting chewed out for my inability to put one and one together and come up with three. 

I shake pulling myself out of that line of thought. I look around me. Like always I am surrounded by people. Characters from so many different books and series that it seemed illogical but that was the logic of Ooladada. 

"Hello, good sir, might I ask..." I take a deep breath. "What is going on?" worry crept into my voice. 

"Oh, dude, hi, we were about to go burn some rubber." He said indicating the weirdest race car ever. 

I gulp. How did I get myself into this type of crowd? I shake my head and sigh. I open my mouth to say something, But was interrupted by the shaggy man. 

"Might you be Princess V.K. ? Because we were supposed take her with us." 

The color drained from my cheeks. "Yes sir, I am. Might I ask where we are going?" 

A lady in a black leather outfit appeard out of nowhere. "Howard, is that the princess." 

"She says she is." 

"Well then we need to pack up and move out. We have miles to burn." She grabbed my elbow. Nerece, Pleased to meet you princess, we can talk on the road, There is something you need to see." 

Next thing I knew I was ridding inside that car with it going like a million miles a second. They were not kidding when they said 'burn rubber'. Nerece and Howard jabbered at me from the front seat there mouths going just as fast as the wheels of the souped up car. 

"Sweet ride huh dude?" Howard yelled over the engine. 

"It would be sweeter if it slowed down a bit." I answered. 

"Can't do that, We have a long way to go and You might not be here long enough as it is." 

I sighed and clung all the tighter to my seat. 

"Don't worry. We won't crash unless you want us to. You're the Anka after all." Nerece comforted me. 

"Thanks." I said through clinched teeth. Long ride was right with us going as fast as the car could go it still took us hours to reach our destination. The sky began to grow dark and the road became more and more rough we went from rolling hills to flat land to bog in a matter of seconds. Finally they started slowing down and was able to get a good look. 

"Getting pretty close." Howard yelled back. 

"Pretty close to what?" 

"Don't know, But I hope you will."  suddenly he slammed on his brakes and we came to a screaming halt.  

"What..." I look out the window to miles of upturned turtles. "Where are we? 

"Don't know the name just know that this is where the trouble is." Nerece said. 

"Trouble or turtles?" I asked half teasing. I climbed out of the back window and picked my way through them. I could sense pain from them. I wondered at this and started helping them flip over but still they all writhed in a drug like state. I glanced up at the sky. It was growing later and later. 

After traveling for miles we stopped at an dinner to grab a bite to eat. Not for me for I wasn't hungry but for my companions who clammed they could eat a horse. 

Now to the part of the story that actually matters. 

While we were eating, I suddenly saw/felt someone throw me/it off of a cliff then suddenly snap as if a rope was wrapped around me. I jerked back into the hear and now and quietly slipped outside. I followed the still present trail from the vision. till I came to the cliff that I saw. I looked out over the edge to see a small box turtle hanging from a rope tied about his middle I pulled him in untied him and gave him some food and water. 

After taking a few bites a second head appeared. "We/I would like to thank you Anka VK for coming to my/our rescue." 

"My honor, Do you know why I was brought here to begin with?" I asked still confused by the days advents. 

The turtle shook it's heads. "Can't you tell? I did not believe it, you are slow." 

My cheeks grew hot. 

"Look around you? Isn't there something odd going on?" 

Besides the fact that you have two heads, and I saw millions more turtles upside down unable to right themselves." 

The turtle took a deep breath. "Yes, but those are just products of a much bigger problem. You can't see it because You are not looking. Turn off you Ankulen and live like us for a second then you will see what I am talking about." 

I did, I had not realized up until that moment how dark it was. "My!" I said turning it back on.

"He is on the move, You have to warn the Anka and Anku, I can't promise they will be able to see it. He has already taken over this world, and he is after more." 

"Are you talking about the Polistoichedren?" I asked. 

"No, It's master. The prince of darkness. He is on the move." 

With that I woke up. 

What if?

This is a post I wrote up during January then after I was done didn't have time to edit and then forgot completely about it. enjoy 

Many years ago I decided to decorate my room. I wanted a cheep, easy way but something that would remind me of not only who I am, but what I want to be. A Christ-like servant.

I thought for a long time, months in fact and Christmas came. Now my mother has one of the most amazing spiritual gifts in the world. The gift of research. Now you might be thinking 'how can that be amazing?' Trust me. For one who struggles with it it is very amazing. My mother is a walking, talking encyclopedia, and it is far easier to do the research by saying 'mom I need help.' and she points out a link or three or a hundred and tells me to have fun. But one year I asked for unique Christmas songs.

Santa bring me a dinosaur, The Loneliest lonely, A song about what Reindeer do Christmas day before they pull Santa's sleigh, are some that Mom found but the one that captured me I think was titled Christmas year round  or something like that. Honestly I have never been able to get all the way through it for many reasons. One, about half way through the song it.... Lets just say I have pretty perfect pitch and There were some sour notes in there. Two because it is five and a half minuets long... and repeats itself over and over and over again.

But there is a reason why it caught my attention. During one of the verses it says

what if the seasons kept on changing 

but the kindness and, 

the goodness and, 

the feeling of rejoicing never went away at all?

What if we treat others, year round, the way we treat them during the holidays. The thought... well... startled me, surprised me, shocked me. I suppose that is what I like about music. that.... part of it that makes you stop and think. 

I listened to the first half over and over and over again during the Christmas holidays. Meanwhile trying to decide how I wanted my room, My Aunt bought my sister a package of Purple and black ornaments. My riddle was salved. 

I went to the store and while everything was fifty percent off or more I bought the Pink set, Green set, Blue set, silver set, and seven Pink and green and Purple big ornaments. I had my answer. 

My room still has the ornaments hanging from the ceiling as I go to sleep at night I gaze up at them and I remember. What if? What if I do treat others daily, year round, the way I treat them at Christmas, with love, and compassion, a servants heart. I see them every morning when I wake up and it reminds me of my goal. To be Christlike. It also reminds me of my savor's life. How he was born in a lowly stable, true it was the stable used for birthing the sacrificial sheep, but still a stable. He grew up trained in the skills of a carpenter. Left his home at thirty to serve and teach. Then finally died in our place on a wooden cross, he was buried, and then rose again the third day according to the scripture. 

What if the seasons kept changing, but our attitude towards each other stays the same year round. No, we don't have to give gifts, or buy needless objects. But strive to treat others daily the way we want to be treated. To live daily with a Christmas attitude. I don't succeed. I doubt I ever will. There will never be a time during this life in which I can, without fail live that type of life. But God is helping me achieve the goal. Each day I try, Each day I fail, Each day I am forgiven, each day I try again. 

No life isn't easy. It is almost never fair. But I have a goal. And my room reflects that. One question people ask is why is the first ornament when I come out of the restroom say Merry Christmas. Why did I put it there. It is because My life is dirty. My soul was like a dirty rag before Jesus saved me. The world was dirty like a bathroom. But... but He did come, and we celebrate it during Christmas. And year round I want to be reminded of that fact. The world is dirty without Jesus, and it will be till he returns and cleans it up. 

As I glance around my room I see elements of myself. My T-shirt quilt that I helped make, sewing desks, bed, canisters filled with the mess I don't want people to see... (as if it is all that neat at this time) But if I look up I see the ornaments and I am reminded, of who I am, and what I am to become. I am a dirty, rotten, pig-like sinner. But Christ has saved me, he has redeemed me from my sin. And cleansed my soul and written my name in the lamb's book of life. And what did I do to deserve this? Nothing... Absolutely nothing. Honestly I don't deserve it. I should still be in that pig pen but Jesus loved me, loved you, so much he came, died, and rose again the third day. And all I have to do is accept that, repent of my sin, admit that I do not deserve to go. And have (this is a hard one) have faith that he will. I will forever try to serve Jesus. I made the choice to have him be my savoir years ago, But letting him be... letting him be my LORD is a day in, day out choice. 

What if the seasons kept changing?  But we did not, nor did our attitude toward each other? 

Intro to Strong Woman? Or female Bully?

(this is on both blogs)

In working with my women characters I have realized I need to, for myself define 'What is a strong woman?'

What brought this on was Star Trek's Captain Kathryn Janeway. I am a die hard Trekkie and have watched almost ever single S.T. TV episode. While watching Voyager I was amazed by the character. Star Trek's goal was to make a political statement of 'women can lead too.' After watching the series I was still left with the nagging question of 'what is a strong woman?' and more importantly 'was she a strong WOMAN, or a strong willed person that just happened to be physically a girl. (I will delve into Janeway in a future case)

After watching the series I started pestering my mother on the 'strong woman' issue. I have just finished Door Post's  Polished Cornerstone A Proverbs 31 women curriculum for young girls. The Curriculum delves deep into all the aspects of woman hood, leadership, home making,  honesty, kindness, memorization, Joyfulness, and so forth. So I know what is expected of a woman but I wish to strengthen my skills in developing and spotting Strong Women.

Throughout history leadership has been a 'man's job' with but a few exceptions like Cleopatra, Queen Elizabith, Queen Victoria, Jezebel Ahab's wife, Abigail one of King David's many wives, Esther, Ruth, and others. But there were exceptions. What made the exceptions 'strong'?


For the next bit I will be doing a study examining famous women in history, Women I know personally like my Mother, Grandmother, An adopted Aunt of mine that happens to be a supervisor at McDonald's, and if I can My former Boss at the Equestrian Center I used to work at, as well as two or three Pastor's wives I know. Fictional women like Cinderella's stepmother,Captain Janeway,  Diana Troi from Star Trek, Maid Marian from Robin Hood, Wendy from Peter Pan, and others, and figuring out what is the definition of a strong woman, and who is a strong woman, and who is, in my oppion a bully. (this blog will have the interviews and fictional women, Making Me a servant will have the Historical Women)

Currently my hypothesis is A strong woman is a Woman that Men do not feel threatened by. They respectfully not only acknowledge the fact that the woman is skilled but yield to them the tasks that the woman is better than them in. A Strong woman does not flaunt her skill or attorney at the men or insist upon it. nor snatch it away from them she simply is. If anything the Authority she has is thrust upon her by another. Whether it is in motherhood, queen-ship like Elizabeth and Victoria, or in being a mayor like Sarah Palin, or a Captain like Janeway.

If anybody would like to join me in my mission I would enjoy the company I will probably be on this tangent for at least a year, maybe two or three There are a lot of women to cover and I doubt I can do more than two a week.

( I will set up a linkup as soon as I figure it out. Please just comment below if you do one.)

The lowest of these

I don't know exactly when I first noticed the Vulture, It dark body and sun burnt head. I only know that During the course of my life I have watched them. Swooping, diving, gliding effortlessly across the sky, perched hither and thither around the area in which I consider home, or just dealing with that which I would not consider even approaching.

This Spring I have had the opportunity to take my experience with them to a whole new level.

Early in March my father called from the barn ordering me to the barn Now! I raced down expecting to find a rabbit dead or a cat or dog needing me for some reason or other, it wasn't. My father had found, behind the barn, a nest. My first sight of it was my black dog Toffee dashing off with the egg in her mouth. My best friend eventually caught her and returned the egg.

Vena, As I named the mother Vulture. Lost her mate about two weeks later, leaving us to help feed her. Vena would not for any reason... ok she did some leave her nest so we brought meat scraps down to her. I want to thank the person who brought us Beef Liver, she loved it.

She nested for about a month. Since I was down there everyday to take care of my rabbits, Vena and I created a ... standoffish type relationship. I would sit in my chair about ten feet distant and just sing. At first she would lie low and try to hide slowly she got used to me and I was soon just another part of the hubbub of the barnyard noise she would, even growl along with me. Yes Vultures Growl.

Then April 26 early in the morning the eggs hatched. Two brown fluffy vulture chicks no bigger than my fist. One by one my family came down to see the newest arrivals. Most schools watch Bluebirds or Cardinals or Mocking Birds but not us, We watched the two of them grow up.

People have described the sound they make as 'like standing beside a highway at rush hour' I'd say that that is a pretty good way of putting it. 

For about twelve weeks I watched the baby vultures grow from chick, to fledgling, to a  spoiled, feathered puppy that followed me everywhere. 

Vashti and Vonnor, is what I called them Vashti is the one lying down and Vonnor is the one standing up in the picture above. 

The greatest day was when the started flying, Oh it was so funny. They would hop about then try to take off, fail, get up, and try again. 

I, like with the mother, though I was near them, never got close. I would be walking up from the barn and hear a noise, turn and there they were. 

So it was. I loved them, in a way. Sometimes they would hide. Honestly I missed them when they did. 

As the cool air came upon us the two alighted on top of the Rabbit hutch just as I arrived, They nodded twice then took off again to join the hundreds of others circling... 

And so I have gained a greater appreciation for these 'low down, discussing critters.' Never will I ever look at a vulture the same way after all I have experienced, and learned.

Deck the Stalls

My Best friend and I were, during the holidays goofing off online and came across this horse shirt that said  "Deck The Stalls" After much giggling we rewrote Deck the Halls. I hope nobody is offended, This was only in fun.

Deck the stalls with bails of dry grass.

Tra la la la la, la la la la, 

Tis the season to eat more grass. 

Tra, la la la la, la la la la

Dawn we now our nice warm blankets. 

Tra la la la la, la la la la, 

I'm getten' fat on carrots.

Tra la la la la, la la la la, 

Hum, Drum Sort of Night

I bet you all are wondering how my Christmas was... well honestly I feel absent. so absent. I wrote a song about it.

It's Christmas eve and nothing feels right. 

No stockings, no tree, no eggnog tonight.

No Hot chocolate or cider anywhere in sight. 

It feels like a hum drum sort of night. 

It feels like a Hum Drum, 

A hum id dee dumb drum. 

It feels like a hum, drum Christmas night. 

The lights and the colors that we all enjoy, 

The goodies and packages for good girls and boys,

As I look about in my humble home,

I am just overwhelmed with being alone. 

And it feels like a Hum Drum, 

A hum id dee dumb drum. 

It feels like a hum, drum Christmas night. 

Each present, each gift in the basket against the wall, 

I know what is in them I can name them all. 

No scripts to be learned, No Plays this year

It feels like a hum drum sort of night. 

And it feels like a Hum Drum, 

A hum id dee dumb drum. 

It feels like a hum, drum Christmas night. 

Not a thing that is normal, 

Nothing feels right. 

It feels like a Humb drum sort of night. 

Honestly friends and family, I did like what I have gotten so far, but I still feel hum drum. I am simply in a picky mood. No offence. I will problbly feel better once I clean my room and find  a place for everything I just got.