411 The Walters Bunch

I grew up heading off every summer to spend a month in Missouri with my grandparents. My poor grandfather would spend all day long dragging my cousins and I around the lake behind one of his many boats. We would solemn ski, tandem ski, ride inner tubes, and whatever you could think of. We were water rats and I loved it and I loved the Ozarks, though in full disclosure I did get car sick nearly every time I was in the car. The Ozarks were always a beautiful relaxing destination. Being so close to Branson, we made our way there several times to enjoy the shows and to visit Silver Dollar City. Unfortunately, my grandfather passed away when I was only 15 and I have not been back since. I had honestly forgotten about this little gem until the kids and I saw a commercial for Branson not to long ago and it reminded me of all the fun I had and the kids thought it looked like fun also. The seed was planted and 6 weeks later we arrived at the Branson KOA. The week before Thanksgiving was per

Our beautiful 3/4 acre rooster resort was NOT the blissful end for our roosters that we had envisioned. After only 3 days the dark ones, what we had come to acknowledge our 4 easter egger roosters as, became EXTREMELY violent with the  2 sweet roosters we had originally planned on keeping.  We couldn't have that so as the Queen of Hearts in Alice in Wonderland said, "off with their heads". D took that literally because we had plans for the meat. However, the kids were completely traumatized by the whole ordeal and would not stand for us eating what use to be their chicks, regardless of how mean they became, so it was just wasted meat .  Lesson learned. Kids cannot cuddle and name their dinner animals.  Our two remaining roosters have lived the past week and a half in blissfully harmony, just as rooster lodge was intended. The girls have still yet to lay their first egg, but hopefully will soon. So far, the chickens have just turned out to be glorified expensive pets. T