When it comes to love, it’s the little things that count. While I believe my love language to be “Words of Affirmation” as long as you are okay with those words being slightly sarcastic and often spelled with only 4 letters, Jen’s love language may be “Gifts of Varmints”. This morning, post chores, I was inside playing with the baby while Jen stayed outside and worked out. While she was pumping away on the elliptical, she observed our rooster flock being really intrigued by something. Chickens are but tiny dinosaurs and anyone who has ever kept chickens for any amount of time knows that they are most certainly not vegetarian but instead compact, beaked, murder machines. If they were to suddenly gain in size, there is no doubt that they would eat humans without a second thought. Knowing the roosters were definitely up to something more than a beetle, she stopped her work out and went to rescue whatever had their attention. And with Jen’s rescuing, she expressed her love language to me and brought this weird little thing into the same space we feed our baby to show the baby and me. While we did not let Drake teeth on the mole, I could see it in his intrigued side eye that he saw the velvety little creature to be a very delightful treat that he would love to sink his gums into. And with that, saving it from a flock of tiny dinosaurs and a drooling 3 month old, we gained our rescue mole. I wish I could say that I was confident in the mole being female, but examining tiny varmint genitalia is something my almost 40 year old eyes are just not capable of, nor am I confident in my declaration of varmint sex, so with a 50/50 chance of being right, I have coined it Beyonce Moles, and she is quite stunning as far as varmints go, don’t ya think? #beyonce #mole #varmint #farmpit #hairyfarmpitgirls #rescue #backyardchickens #chickens #rooster https://www.instagram.com/p/CC8tlq3A61p/?igshid=1p1uiagq0pq90