Fox and the Great ‘Ricket Round Up

This one.

My last.

And yet

somehow

a new beginning.

He sleeps with twelve or more matchbox cars under his pillow. When he finds a blue truck that has escaped its under pillow hideout, he scoops it up and laughs. He reaches under the pillow, stashes it safely and pats the hard collection he’s got going on.

He’s a little obsessive.  Along with the hoarding, you know.

Right now he’s all about “rickets”.

Which are actually crickets.

Which are actually grasshoppers.  

And he’s been spending his days combing the field in pursuit of the camouflaged creatures. He’s relentless – he is.

With a little help from his sisters and his brother and “Hell-bee” [Shelby], you wouldn’t believe the number of crickets that team amassed through the course of one evening recently.

Truly, it’s an incredible number.

One hundred.

One hundred ‘rickets.  In our field.  Picked up by the grubby fingers of our young ‘uns.  (Hey, if the kids are going to take up country past times, I might as well refer to them by country nicknames.)

And later fed to the likes of our now gangly looking chicks.  

Talk about some country fun right there.