I didn't notice the bloodhound/popover thing. I took the picture and then I ate it. Tasted like popover.
George, I'm so sorry about Loretta. I'm glad you buried her under the dogwood tree. There's a great children's story by Judith Viorst called "The Tenth Good Thing About Barney". A little boy can remember 9 things about his dead cat (I think cat) but doesn't come up with the 10th thing until they bury him and his parents explain how he will help the flowers grow.
Stormville was packed. We waited for an hour to get into the parking lot. And when we left at 2pm there was still about an hour's worth of traffic waiting to get in. Picked up a couple of interesting things. I kept myself from buying chicken related stuff. If I start collecting chicken stuff AND chickens, it won't be pretty. But I still think we should get together and open a booth. "A Chicken in Every Pot" - sell hatching eggs, chicken stuff, t-shirts, signs, bumper stickers, etc.
Laura sent me a text this morning when she got home. Gladys was in the front yard (went over the fence despite our adding chicken wire to the top) and Laura reunited her with the flock. We think she's flying up on to a low branch of the Japanese maple and getting over that way. I asked Bobby to remove the branch but we also talked about extending the run down the other side of the yard and keeping the girls in most of the time. I'd kinda like to have a backyard again...
Lav Orp eggs hatch on Tuesday. Took out the auto turner and added more water to get the humidity up. Ooohh boy!! 
