I passed 7 wrecks on the way home last night, every bridge I crossed. That light mist and 29 degrees is fatal for rednecks.
You'd better hope Saturday will hurry up and get here, Mrs. Flock is naming your chicks
They will be spoiled rotten by the time you get them. The big blue, Wally, is my favorite. He runs out whenever he hears my voice, and will stand up straight like a cat when you pet him. The little splash, Clementine (Valentine's baby), is absolutely spoiled by Mrs. Flock. She cries when you set her down, and will run straight into your hand when you set it down
We are the crazies
34 and icy yesterday, 56 and sunny today. Gotta love the south
Supposed to be upper 50s and mid 60s here for the rest of the week