I dunno. Long day, not much accomplished, seems I hit the ground harder than I thought when I fell the other night. Also, seems as if this was the day that all the young pets learned new tricks: the biggest cockerel decided that riding the ground frame of his wheeless chicken tractor was the most fun ever, the Hamburgs emptied the bedding out of their nest box and stacked it next to the door to be taken away (I'm a chicken chambermaid?) and their fiance Elvis, satisfied that he has learned to crow in a proper tenor voice, proved it by repeating himself at five minute intervals for about an hour. Bacchus the lamb is apparently taking up macrame, at least from the look of his tether.
Oh, and Stewie-the-kitten jumped from a standing start into my husband's dinner, which did not earn him any fans.