July 29th to July 30th Roy Delivers, Dale Removes

 Another successful night celebrating the arrival of Zee.. Dale is a bit picky with "parts" and has been seen stockpiling stomachs in the corner. Last night she flew one off!.


The time was 4:54
And Dale was coming in the Door.
The chatters were watching the pile 0' peeps
When a strange thing into their vision creeps
Eggy 7 had grown a tail.
It almost makes the group grow pale
But, as always, the chatters are handy
And just name the egg Rattety Andy
--FloridaSkye

Dale tries to get a manicure in while taking care of Belle, Pearl, Boone, Wyatt and Zee

Bmitchels screenshot of Roy on Porch with a treat



The Ballad of Zee and Jesse James

Way back in  July, 1845,

Little Zee Mimms came alive.

Her mama was sis to Robert James-

had a son of notorious fame.

Cousin Jesse came to stay 

With his auntie's family one fateful day.

In 1865 at Kansas City,

Jess met Zee and thought "Ain't she pretty!"

Kissin' cousins that was fine,

Years engaged all totaled nine.

While the James-Younger gang was in full swing, 

Sweet Zee waited for a her ring.

In Missouri at the home of her sister,

Patient Zee finally got her mister.

They honeymooned in Glaveston,

And eluded the detectives of Pinkerton.

Zee bore a son named Tim in a year

Next came twins who died, I fear.

Then came Susan and she was fine.

She was born in '79.

The Younger Brothers all got caught

The James-Younger Gang now was naught.

But James Gang continued theiving

Robbing tains, I am believing.

"Oh Jess Dear", Zee plead in Vain

"Don't make your living robbing trains."

Zee's words Jess promised he would heed,

Just one last bank looting deed.

They moved to St.Joe- changed his name,

Tom Howard was who Jess became.

Ten thousand dollars on his head,

The hunt for Jesse surely spread.

When planning this last bank job,

With Ford brothers Charles and Bob.

Zee and the kids where in the kitchen

And heard the men fussing and bitchin'.

At once there was a deafing boom- 

Of gunshot from the other room!

Blood gushed and poured from Jesse's head,

Without a doubt he'd soon be dead.

Zee rushed in to stop the blood,

But Jesses' life went in that flood.

On April 3rd. 1883, 

The man named Jesse ceased to be.

His  Wife and children sadly wailed,

Bob Ford he quickly ran high-tailed.

Brother Charles claimed it a mistake-

Then speedy exit he did make!

Word carried fast of Jesse's fate,

Crowds gathered round the house that date.

Young Jesse Jr. was only six,

He did not know his father's tricks.

Small Jess thought thier name was Howard,

Now the tales of Jessie James they towered. 

Jesse's body was ice packed,

Then shipped to Kearney on train track.

People came from near and far,

To see the famous robber star.

Hundreds came I heard them say,

To see dead Jesse on display.

Jesse was then laid to rest,

on the land of those who loved him best.

He was buried on the family farm,

Zee kept his grave safe from harm.

To think Zee wealthy was a joke.

The woman was destitute, just plain broke.

All things were sold from in the house,

Zee was poor as a church mouse.

Her family moved in with her brother,

For choices there were no other.

Zee grew more and more sad,

Her depression- it was bad.

Zee dressed from then in all black,

Head to toe and front and back.

Never did Zee remarry,

And in friendship ne'er did tarry.

She turned down offers to write books 

Nor did she cash in on her looks.

She stayed behind the walls and door,

Reclusive from all evermore.

Young son Jesse at age eleven,

went to work like thirty-seven.

To support babe sister and his mother

He was a fine son and brother.

Nineteen hundred, ten and three,

saw the end of Zee's misery.

But she was buried in the ground,

Far from where Jesse's grave was found.

A year and a half, dear Zee would lay

With her beloved far away.

Then Jesse's casket was moved near,

To stay by Zee who loved him dear. 

-hootowlgal