Kate,
Hope you're feeling better. It was fun talking with you Saturday morning. Your Americanas boys act like they've always been here. The short-tailed rooster is a big talker. When I knelt down to fill the feeder this morning he stood and my side and explained the secrets of the universe. I wish I could understand Rooster Speak.
I got an egg today! I know that's not a bid deal to most of you, with chickens who don't believe the next ice age is just around the corner, but to me it's a small miracle. With afternoons in the 50s expected for the entire week, I'm hoping the rest of the girls will start laying too.
Our school musical was a big success. I now have a much clearer understanding of the motor-mouth I've got in 6th hour English. He carried most of the songs, discretely prompted twice when a fellow actor forgot his lines, and had students standing and shouting when he got to the end of his last song. This kid could be headed for American Idol. Now I just need to figure out how to get him to listen when I'm explaining the importance of writing well. He's not going to be able to sing his status reports to his future bosses.
