Laboring On

This past long weekend we squeezed so much in, that I just have to share a taste. 

When Knut, Elias, Solveig and I arrived at the lake Monday morning, we found Grandpa and David fishing.  It was a lovely morning.  I made pumpkin scones for the brunch/potluck as it felt as fall was almost upon us.  It was very strange having only 2 kids with us for the night.  Knut kept commenting on how it felt like we were just starting over.  Elias kept looking at us.  Most likely because we kept looking at him.  When Solveig was asleep he was the only one to look after, and he thought that was so funny.  He giggled a lot.

The horses Knut had in high school are living out their retirement with some church friends of ours.  They let us come over to ride them which we don’t do nearly enough to Silje’s liking.  Well, really we went out there because they were butchering their chickens and Knut wanted to help them so he could learn how to do it.

And I took pictures of the horses.

Okay, I did look.  I wasn’t going to look, but when I heard that the chicken (actually a rooster) was running around with its head cut off I just had to look. 

It was weird.

I have to say that watching the whole butchering process was more on the educational and less on the gross side than I was anticipating.  See how far I’ve come?

Silje didn’t want to look, so we didn’t make her.  David and Elias were very curious.  They didn’t laugh or anything, but they did look a lot.  They dictated to me a lot what was happening as their own way of processing.  “The chicken doesn’t want to die, but it doesn’t have a choice.”  We talk about choices a lot.  Elias didn’t like it if anyone touched the chicken after it was dead.  He would furrow his brow and say, “No, chicken’s gone.”  They asked a lot of questions and got a lot of answers.

Some nicer views to remember the afternoon: