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Well, I just sat back down with a Bacardi/Lemonaid to relax. The kids are winding down, soon the wave of showers will be done, and I can finally use one of the bathrooms
I visited with my quail for a while today, and in no uncertain terms they told me that they wanted some more dames to visit with.
My chicken babies I hatched before I lost my flock are coming along nicely! I've named one of them Einstein the wonder chicken. He follows me around like a puppy. If I pick him up he keeps clucking/clicking at me till he finds a way to my shoulder. Apparently my eyelashes are on his menu and he delights in trying to pluck them for me. Any lady's want to hire him out?
Anyways, If he is going to be so personable I am going to have to fit him with a diaper of some kind. He's always missed my shoulder or back while perched, but I am afraid if I drag him along to chicken stock, the items I will be placing on the grill will make a diaper necessary
- Crystal, get a chance to read the file I sent you?
Not yet I will be able to print it off tomorrow