Its 615am on Sunday. The kids are up and marching in their cowboy boots. Mrs Oz had a bout of hay fever last night and is in a benadryl coma. The sun is up and the view of the volcano is disappearing as the clouds move love it. The workers are off today. Bernie and I will make sewer pipe chicken feeders and mess with the water nipples. We will go through the medications I have accumulated so Bernie does not have to text me for instructions prior to treating a pen of birds. The birds will get Newcastle and Fowl Pox vaccines tomorrow. In a week's time they will get a deworming agent.