Well we are now country folk. We have chickens. Five boys, four girls that lay eggs, and two turkeys, or lets just say we had two turkeys. Hannah is the care taker and as a three year old care taker you might imagine some causualties. Well, it took about two hours before our first one, and dad found her crying. She said she "queezed him" and that she did. She fell with the turkey in her hand and squeezed him so hard his guts came out. One sad little girl. But she knows we are eating the other turkey so it is okay. Here is picture of her with one, and a picture of Princeton deciding which one is the fatest so he knows which one to eat...