<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669</id><updated>2011-08-27T00:02:32.589-05:00</updated><category term='chores'/><category term='large'/><category term='medium'/><category term='animals'/><category term='MOM'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='farmstead'/><category term='intro'/><category term='small'/><title type='text'>The Wilder Boys</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-6117824449201465457</id><published>2011-04-10T17:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:44:44.419-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medium'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>BOOOOOOOM!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83366319@N00/5503372834/" title="bottle rootbeer by EMPhelan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5133/5503372834_d818479cba.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="bottle rootbeer" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homemade root beer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 gallons warm water&lt;div&gt;2 1/2 cups sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon yeast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 tablespoons root beer extract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mix everything together and poor it in a bottle, and let it sit for 12 to 15 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put lid on tight, and place in fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't like it. Tasted like yeast. Like a bad burnt marshmallow. Mom says it should have sat longer before tasting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you let it get too warm it will go BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMtM4fuW3kU/TaItGw2GygI/AAAAAAAACrQ/wvHsTOgaYn0/s400/P4090015.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594083281361881602" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until next time ~Medium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-6117824449201465457?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6117824449201465457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2011/04/booooooom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/6117824449201465457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/6117824449201465457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2011/04/booooooom.html' title='BOOOOOOOM!!!!!!'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5133/5503372834_d818479cba_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-2440820782102914998</id><published>2010-07-26T11:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T11:31:01.977-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medium'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farmstead'/><title type='text'>Rainbows and sand plums</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83366319@N00/4830067895/" title="Picture 1132 by EMPhelan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4143/4830067895_9dcee5cc56.jpg" alt="Picture 1132" height="500" width="371" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a double rainbow yesterday. Mom couldn't get a picture of that. So she got the single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to the farmstead and picked sand plums. I don't like them. They are growing next to the drive way. There was a lot and Large got the most because he was the first one there. My brothers threw plums at me.  It hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we picked plums we went back up to the house. I helped mimaw and pawpaw put the couch into the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a gopher snake. It was 3 feet long. It was all gray. It was over by the cattle fence near the pond. It was under a rock. I saw it going under the rock, then I ran. I didn't like the snake because it was too big, and I didn't want to stick around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still pulling ticks off of me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Medium&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-2440820782102914998?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2440820782102914998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/07/rainbows-and-sand-plums.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/2440820782102914998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/2440820782102914998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/07/rainbows-and-sand-plums.html' title='Rainbows and sand plums'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4143/4830067895_9dcee5cc56_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-5429151699179491987</id><published>2010-07-23T09:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T10:09:30.076-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small'/><title type='text'>Snakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83366319@N00/2548395888/" title="Picture 262 by EMPhelan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3189/2548395888_743590de24.jpg" alt="Picture 262" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 4 in this picture. A long time ago. But I still catch snakes. We have a lot of snakes here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I few weeks ago I caught a garter snake for our friend Hooter. It was his birthday and he likes snakes. He got it to eat a small mouse and he said it was a keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like snakes. But they bite. When I first tried catching snakes, mom says that I came running to the house crying, a baby garter snake had bite my finger. She said it was still hanging from my finger when she came outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~small&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-5429151699179491987?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5429151699179491987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/07/snakes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/5429151699179491987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/5429151699179491987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/07/snakes.html' title='Snakes'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3189/2548395888_743590de24_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-9072604541486387454</id><published>2010-07-22T12:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T10:44:42.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='large'/><title type='text'>Vanderbelt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PvqkBBslJM/TEm43dVXS3I/AAAAAAAACgU/N1bi4U-8DYU/s1600/Picture+1090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PvqkBBslJM/TEm43dVXS3I/AAAAAAAACgU/N1bi4U-8DYU/s400/Picture+1090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497128083088952178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gerbil keeps getting out. So yesterday I asked Small, and Medium to help. I had to go help my parents and when I came back they said he was there's. so i took my gerbil from them and put some chicken wire over the top so he cant get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Large&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-9072604541486387454?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/9072604541486387454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/07/vanderbelt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/9072604541486387454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/9072604541486387454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/07/vanderbelt.html' title='Vanderbelt'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PvqkBBslJM/TEm43dVXS3I/AAAAAAAACgU/N1bi4U-8DYU/s72-c/Picture+1090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-4848404105063042572</id><published>2010-07-21T10:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T10:44:30.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medium'/><title type='text'>rabbits</title><content type='html'>Soon were getting rabbits we don't know if it is 20 or 60. So were building a rabbit hutch.  Is it a big hutch. It is made of scrap wood and fencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about the rabbits. They are loose in someones barn. They are going to catch them, and then bring them to the motorcycle shop were my dad works. Then we will bring them home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like rabbits. I am going to use pelts to make a hat and mittens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medium&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-4848404105063042572?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4848404105063042572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/07/rabbits.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/4848404105063042572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/4848404105063042572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/07/rabbits.html' title='rabbits'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-819706592321295285</id><published>2010-07-20T11:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T11:22:59.824-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farmstead'/><title type='text'>Creek Flood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83366319@N00/4515168792/" title="my brother and his girl by EMPhelan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2385/4515168792_ffed31e486.jpg" alt="my brother and his girl" height="371" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is our creek, that's my Uncle and aunt in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at the farm, taking cows out. I went to the creek with my brothers. It had been raining hard. We could barely see the road as we went. We made a dam at the creek.  Mom told us to stay away from the creek, I was trying to tell my brother Large not to go. But he went because he wanted to, he kept ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water rose really fast, I was not scared. We made a pathway in the water. I wasn't sitting in the water, Large and medium where in the water, and Large's friend. The island was covered by water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Large's friend held on to a tree branch. The water tried to take him away. We left because Large started to leave. I didn't hear mom yelling for me. Mom was mad when she found us by the house. She had been searching the creek. She was crying, she was scared that we drowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go to the creek again when it's raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-819706592321295285?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/819706592321295285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/07/creek-flood.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/819706592321295285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/819706592321295285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/07/creek-flood.html' title='Creek Flood'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2385/4515168792_ffed31e486_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-8794066436521487534</id><published>2010-07-18T21:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:03:34.396-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='large'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry none of us have posted in a while, we really couldn't get on the computer that much. We'll what has happened since the last post was on the 7nth of july was my birthday and i got a gerbil and earlier he bit me and drew blood on my left thumb. He got out so i picked him up and he bit me. My mom said we might go and bye a ball for him to run around the house in. I also had to clean my room. i think the last time i cleaned it was around Halloween. But still not as dirty as my brothers' room. Now I'm starting to think Vanderbelt (my gerbil's name) just doesn't like me. I mean by the way he stares at me when i wake up. It is like he is trying to suck my soul out while I'm asleep and when i get up he crawls back in his cage and just hates me for just being alive. thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Large&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-8794066436521487534?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8794066436521487534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-none-of-us-have-posted-in-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/8794066436521487534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/8794066436521487534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-none-of-us-have-posted-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-3712243229163083974</id><published>2010-07-18T20:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:41:38.281-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medium'/><title type='text'>Blue Jay</title><content type='html'>Today I found a Blue Jay. I think it had black on it. It had white on its chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medium&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-3712243229163083974?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3712243229163083974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/07/blue-jay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/3712243229163083974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/3712243229163083974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/07/blue-jay.html' title='Blue Jay'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-3266761781315732837</id><published>2010-06-22T10:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T10:10:54.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>I want to be a cowboy</title><content type='html'>I want to ride bulls, but before I can do that I have to ride a sheep. Sheep run and buck, but are safer than bulls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83366319@N00/4576725961/" title="blackbellies by EMPhelan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3348/4576725961_2fdeb2631f.jpg" alt="blackbellies" width="500" height="371" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheep with horns is Bob Dole. I have to ride him first. Then I can ride the bulls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Small&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-3266761781315732837?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3266761781315732837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-want-to-be-cowboy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/3266761781315732837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/3266761781315732837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-want-to-be-cowboy.html' title='I want to be a cowboy'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3348/4576725961_2fdeb2631f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-1902133699031163502</id><published>2010-06-01T17:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T18:22:22.260-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medium'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farmstead'/><title type='text'>Working at the farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PvqkBBslJM/TAWR7pDxMGI/AAAAAAAACdw/WlKc1WZLdsw/s1600/107_6346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PvqkBBslJM/TAWR7pDxMGI/AAAAAAAACdw/WlKc1WZLdsw/s400/107_6346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477944975586046050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is of mossy wood at the farm. I took the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to the farm. I used the machete to chop down the weeds. I don't know what the weeds were called. Then we went into the barn and starting cutting down weeds with jagged leaves, like stairs. I got bumps on my arms. They itched. It wasn't poison ivy, poison ivy has 3 leaves. These weeds were the size of small. After I got bumps I went to the creek, the place were I claimed. I washed my arm that I got bumps on. Me and my brother (large) made a little pond area. It was small. Then Large started making a little river path, and tried to stop the water from rushing in. Then we got some wood that was small about 5 inches long. We watched them go down the water. And I made a path for mine and there was a rock that made mine flip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to the alfalfa field and walked down to our pond area. I helped with the fencing, I shook it and wiggled it as daddy pulled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we picked a few mulberries, then we shook the tree and got a lot, a whole container full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled ticks off of me, but they hadn't bit me yet. When we were going home we got some ice cream. When I got home I pulled off a really small tick on my thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading this, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Medium&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-1902133699031163502?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1902133699031163502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/06/working-at-farm.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/1902133699031163502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/1902133699031163502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/06/working-at-farm.html' title='Working at the farm'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PvqkBBslJM/TAWR7pDxMGI/AAAAAAAACdw/WlKc1WZLdsw/s72-c/107_6346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-3596249919266649022</id><published>2010-06-01T12:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T12:40:45.172-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farmstead'/><title type='text'>At the farm</title><content type='html'>We went to the farm. I picked mulberries. I went into the tree, I shook the tree. They fell down onto the tarp. I ate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bumps on my arm. They did not hurt or itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped dad with the fence. I rolled it out. It was heavy. We are putting fence up so we can put the cows out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the creek. I played with my brothers. We walked in the water. I skipped rocks. I am not good at it on mud, not good on the water either. I will get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~small&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-3596249919266649022?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3596249919266649022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/06/at-farm.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/3596249919266649022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/3596249919266649022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/06/at-farm.html' title='At the farm'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-1402607802099633167</id><published>2010-05-26T12:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:45:38.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83366319@N00/4576730407/" title="Ni by EMPhelan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4576730407_5fdda109c9.jpg" alt="Ni" width="371" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is my goat named Ni. I got his name from the movie Monty Python and The Holy Grail. The Knights who say Ni is what i got the name from. That is really all i am going to post for now because it is hot out and I'm a little tired. My mom wanted to know this but i didn't know it but she wanted to know what the name of a movie was. She said it had like poorly drawn yellow blob thing if any one knows tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Large&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-1402607802099633167?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1402607802099633167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/ni.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/1402607802099633167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/1402607802099633167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/ni.html' title='Ni'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4576730407_5fdda109c9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-4201432343175111459</id><published>2010-05-24T10:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:16:55.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did at the farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PvqkBBslJM/S_qlKBlkqGI/AAAAAAAACaw/Tu53iaATu-Y/s1600/107_6364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PvqkBBslJM/S_qlKBlkqGI/AAAAAAAACaw/Tu53iaATu-Y/s400/107_6364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474869888665561186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       This is one of the many thing we found when we went to the farm. First when we got to the farm we sort of circled around the property. we saw a pond but from we can tell there is nothing living in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Then after that we went and pulled up T-post (that is where Small got his first two pictures on the last post).     Then I got in trouble because i some how made Small throw rocks at me and the Small blamed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After that I went to help my dad. A big branch of a tree fell down. Just to tell you about how big it was imagine a semi sized tree with a mini-van hanging from it. Dad was cutting the "stick" as he likes to call it when he took of his hat and through it down. I picked it up. then a little later Dad was walking back and tripped with the chainsaw. Then he got up and knocked what was left of the "stick". The "stick" fell right were Dad's hat was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then a little later we found a baby deer (not the one in the picture). Then when me and Small went to get the digging tools we found this other fawn(the one in the picture).&lt;br /&gt;     Then we named the fawn Faline (like Bambi's girlfriend). Then we put up a fence and the other baby deer ran away. After that we got ready to go home. on the way we stopped at Burger King. Then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Large&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My Mom made me right this much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-4201432343175111459?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4201432343175111459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-i-did-at-farm.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/4201432343175111459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/4201432343175111459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-i-did-at-farm.html' title='What I did at the farm'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PvqkBBslJM/S_qlKBlkqGI/AAAAAAAACaw/Tu53iaATu-Y/s72-c/107_6364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-6522217671204977895</id><published>2010-05-24T09:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T09:39:56.210-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farmstead'/><title type='text'>the wild deer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PvqkBBslJM/S_qKxHyigfI/AAAAAAAACaY/rl1pXaHS2ek/s1600/107_6333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PvqkBBslJM/S_qKxHyigfI/AAAAAAAACaY/rl1pXaHS2ek/s400/107_6333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474840873531507186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PvqkBBslJM/S_qKw6ylOKI/AAAAAAAACaQ/gNusgnjbDS0/s1600/107_6332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PvqkBBslJM/S_qKw6ylOKI/AAAAAAAACaQ/gNusgnjbDS0/s400/107_6332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474840870042024098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they fell down. The sticks from the tree.  I took the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83366319@N00/4634412330/" title="Small and Faline by EMPhelan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4057/4634412330_e962879211.jpg" alt="Small and Faline" width="500" height="371" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got too pet the deer and i found  it and was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~small&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-6522217671204977895?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6522217671204977895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/wild-deer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/6522217671204977895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/6522217671204977895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/wild-deer.html' title='the wild deer'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PvqkBBslJM/S_qKxHyigfI/AAAAAAAACaY/rl1pXaHS2ek/s72-c/107_6333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-8250653652159034892</id><published>2010-05-21T13:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T13:34:21.707-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Meat Laser Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83366319@N00/4576716053/" title="Molted Hoodan by EMPhelan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4001/4576716053_1ec6290566.jpg" alt="Molted Hoodan" width="371" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chickens have to scratch to keep alive because they get food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our chickens are going to lay eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to eat eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 50 chickens in that pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get too many eggs, mom saves them. We make cakes that take lots of eggs. Mom says we will sell some this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(mom edit. This is his answers to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/laser-chicken.html#comments"&gt;your questions &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;about the chickens)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-8250653652159034892?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8250653652159034892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/meat-laser-chicken.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/8250653652159034892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/8250653652159034892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/meat-laser-chicken.html' title='Meat Laser Chicken'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4001/4576716053_1ec6290566_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-4495566887997815418</id><published>2010-05-20T21:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:53:02.850-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medium'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Zombie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83366319@N00/4419122337/" title="Zombie Buckets by EMPhelan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4004/4419122337_8fe436895e.jpg" alt="Zombie Buckets" width="500" height="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I'm Medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zombie doesn't always hit trees, most the time he hits your shins. this is my dog Buckets and Zombie. He looks cute. And their on my brother's blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zombie got his name from a band called White Zombie, they our my dad's favorite band.  That's how he got his name. His black on his back part of his body is kind of like wings. And in the picture he kind of looks like a dragon sleeping, without horns. And now he has horns, and one of them has a dent in it. It is funny when he jumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to feed goats. When they are babies you feed them milk. When they get older you feed them goat food and grass maybe dog food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to make sure it isn't stuck in a fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have boards for fence, it is better, they don't get their heads stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to check their water tank everyday to see if it is full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goats do not like rain, probably never will. I think whenever it rains, they don't want to get wet. I will probably ruin their horns, I don't know. You can make a shelter for the goats in a barn and if they are not in there, they can always go under the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goats like to get scratched between the horns, if they don't like to be near you the will jump up and hat happened with Jack. Jack is Zombie's father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading, Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Medium&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-4495566887997815418?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4495566887997815418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/zombie.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/4495566887997815418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/4495566887997815418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/zombie.html' title='Zombie'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4004/4419122337_8fe436895e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-6620260334823289698</id><published>2010-05-20T19:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:27:06.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me on my moms blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83366319@N00/128139235/" title="Look ma! by EMPhelan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/1/128139235_af9462bfb2.jpg" alt="Look ma!" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This is a picture of me after i was in the mud. This was when we had a big garden.&lt;br /&gt;On my last post how i showed my drawing. I used sharpie no pencil at all. All i did was start drawing. Then after i had every thing except the vines i thought some thing was missing. So then i started to put in the vines all the same. Then i decided to make one side with leaves the other side with spikes. I still some times work on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-6620260334823289698?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6620260334823289698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/me-on-my-moms-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/6620260334823289698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/6620260334823289698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/me-on-my-moms-blog.html' title='Me on my moms blog'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/1/128139235_af9462bfb2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-7033298151467463599</id><published>2010-05-20T11:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:54:13.897-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>laser chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83366319@N00/4471606613/" title="Chicks pen by EMPhelan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2770/4471606613_5845067a23.jpg" alt="Chicks pen" width="500" height="371" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chicken scratching for food so they do not die and they need water. chicken can fly but not too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~small&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-7033298151467463599?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7033298151467463599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/laser-chicken.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/7033298151467463599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/7033298151467463599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/laser-chicken.html' title='laser chicken'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2770/4471606613_5845067a23_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-6140780057800698630</id><published>2010-05-19T16:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T17:35:44.605-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medium'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>MEAT EATING GOAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83366319@N00/4389113927/" title="107_5958 by EMPhelan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2787/4389113927_696dbda0aa.jpg" alt="107_5958" width="500" height="371" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is Zombie my goat. He likes to bite people's toes. I like his horns. I like that goats have horns. It's cool to watch them climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's cool having goats. They can dent things with their horns, like that one goat did to the cop car in Winne Dixie. Sometimes they are afraid of humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zombie had a weird tail when he was born, and now he acts like a dog. He eats dog food, he is always trying to get inside the house. He is always trying to get out of his pen. He really wants to be fed by us, dog food instead of hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shouldn't let him be a dog because he is a goat. If the door is opened he will get in and runs through the house. He will sleep on the couch too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like when Zombie hits the trees with his horns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading this, good bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-6140780057800698630?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6140780057800698630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/meat-eating-goat.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/6140780057800698630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/6140780057800698630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/meat-eating-goat.html' title='MEAT EATING GOAT'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2787/4389113927_696dbda0aa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-1427261386358721464</id><published>2010-05-19T15:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:29:18.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Thing I Drew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83366319@N00/3196331063/" title="Picture 546 by EMPhelan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/3196331063_ff2b5d8dfe.jpg" alt="Picture 546" width="371" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is one thing that i drew. it is from a video game called "Kingdom Hearts". this is one of the weapons. It is called the key blade. I drew it on y wall hen i was bored.&lt;br /&gt; I also have a couple others I drew on my wall. I will post those later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Large&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-1427261386358721464?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1427261386358721464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-thing-i-drew.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/1427261386358721464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/1427261386358721464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-thing-i-drew.html' title='One Thing I Drew'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/3196331063_ff2b5d8dfe_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-3231954648355753596</id><published>2010-05-19T14:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:01:03.803-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOM'/><title type='text'>A Quick Word from Mom</title><content type='html'>Shhh. . . don't tell the boys I am posting on their blog. They are at school right now, and I thought I would take a moment to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.americanpreppersnetwork.com/"&gt;APN&lt;/a&gt;, the boys might become a bit popular. I want everyone to know that I moderate the comments, harshly. These are my boys ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do not see comments until I have. You will find no contact info for them. If you have any questions or concerns, please contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the reason I am allowing wee ones to blog. Besides the fact that they have been badgering me for well over a month about it, summer is upon us here in the Heartland. School ends tomorrow and because of the move, they will not be seeing any friends for who knows how long. They need a way to vent or just jabber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this is part of our home schooling activities. They will learn typing and spelling, grammar and letter writing. They will have computer skills (as I have given them full access to our flickr account) and coding lessons. They will learn social nuisances of the world wide web, and hopefully a little cultural exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided to call themselves The Wilder Boys based on the Little House on the Prairie books, doesn't matter to them if there were only 2 Wilder Boys, someone has to be Eliza. Wonder which one it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be nice, play well, and don't make me come back there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-3231954648355753596?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3231954648355753596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/quick-word-from-mom.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/3231954648355753596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/3231954648355753596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/quick-word-from-mom.html' title='A Quick Word from Mom'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-1382467715263955511</id><published>2010-05-19T10:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:32:41.997-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chores'/><title type='text'>Bikes and Chicks</title><content type='html'>Yesterday mom asked me to round up all the chicks in the yard.  So I got on my bike and scared them back into their pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83366319@N00/4577349438/" title="chicks outside by EMPhelan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4057/4577349438_c31e655b02.jpg" alt="chicks outside" width="500" height="371" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-1382467715263955511?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1382467715263955511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/bikes-and-chicks.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/1382467715263955511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/1382467715263955511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/bikes-and-chicks.html' title='Bikes and Chicks'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4057/4577349438_c31e655b02_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-3766926521186666951</id><published>2010-05-18T16:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T17:25:38.442-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medium'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>M for Medium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83366319@N00/4515166946/" title="medium's foot by EMPhelan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2727/4515166946_0cecf64862.jpg" alt="medium's foot" width="500" height="371" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call me medium. I like playing games most of the time. And this is my foot.I like my house that I live on right now. The house that I'm moving to is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 8 years old. I'm in the 2nd grade, school will be out this Thursday. I live in Kansas on a homestead. That's a small farm. I like our big tree out back, because it is just right for climbing. I have cats, Salt and Pepper.  I like helping milk the cows. I like our turkeys and all the stars at night. I can see the big dipper and the little dipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when our dog Buckets hits me with her tail. I don't like when my brothers call me names. I don't like cleaning my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are moving to a bigger farm. I like the creek we have there. There is an island in it. I like the ponds when the frogs are out and I like the the underground springs the pop out of the banks of the creek. There is a really cool spot where we shoot our guns, a giant cotton wood died and fell there. I like climbing on it. We play tag on it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like at the farm are the vines with the thorns on it and the rats. I don't like when I fall on all the rocks. Mom says they are flint rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when I kind of get lost. I don't like the bees that are there. There are too many of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading this , bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Medium&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-3766926521186666951?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3766926521186666951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/m-for-medium.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/3766926521186666951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/3766926521186666951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/m-for-medium.html' title='M for Medium'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2727/4515166946_0cecf64862_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-4448087394991952006</id><published>2010-05-18T15:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:44:01.722-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='large'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>I'm Large</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83366319@N00/2340868058/" title="Picture 1072 by EMPhelan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3090/2340868058_7c1abe1b3a.jpg" alt="Picture 1072" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Large I live with Small same things practically.&lt;br /&gt;I am 12 years of age. I am slightly an artist.&lt;br /&gt;I am the one in the picture just my cat is on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I don't like other what Small doesn't is the possibility of leeches in the creek.&lt;br /&gt;That is all I will post today. Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Large&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-4448087394991952006?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4448087394991952006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-large.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/4448087394991952006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/4448087394991952006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-large.html' title='I&apos;m Large'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3090/2340868058_7c1abe1b3a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508440666144842669.post-2173902745949335151</id><published>2010-05-18T08:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T09:06:48.082-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>They Call me Small</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83366319@N00/4472370954/" title="Small walking away by EMPhelan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2750/4472370954_68342103ff.jpg" alt="Small walking away" width="313" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am 6 years old. I live on a small farm, moving to a big farm after school is out. I have lots of animals, my favorite is our horse Sam. I like to ride her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our small farm I like building turkey pens, tearing down outbuildings with my dad, rolling in the mud, and chasing the chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like cow poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the big farm I like the creek, all the big trees, and shooting the gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the ticks, and all the work we have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I want to say today. I will say more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508440666144842669-2173902745949335151?l=thewilderboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2173902745949335151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/they-call-me-small.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/2173902745949335151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508440666144842669/posts/default/2173902745949335151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewilderboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/they-call-me-small.html' title='They Call me Small'/><author><name>Phelan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08250080326099834661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdPAg3yjFcA/TcGBiL8OTLI/AAAAAAAACts/5SU3bcbIy9M/s220/P5020018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2750/4472370954_68342103ff_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
