According to Levi and Sizzy (who escaped today, to no one’s surprise and everyone’s exasperation) you haven’t known true happiness until you’ve done this.
Mud is bliss.
We spent the weekend in Texas with Sean’s family.
Sean taught his nephews some porcine wisdom about the joy of getting dirty
We came home and had a Wednesday cookout at the lake.
There was even some paddling, (not the kind we have in schools), and a swim and float with eyes full of the cottonball sky.
Our meat chicks arrived today, and, after spending the day at school with Mr. P, immediately soaked themselves in their water and began to shiver. We don’t have a hair dryer (they’re not environmentally friendly or useful to people with little hair) so we toweled them off as best we could and stuck them under the lamp.
They’re all fluffy again, and adorable. No sign of spraddle or gunkybutts yet. These birds are destined for plates all over the scintillating metropolis of Marianna, AR. We ordered extras so we could sell to our friends, and people seem into it!
Boople and I adored them from afar. Neither of our cats has ever posed a threat to our chicks, but we’ll leave the little critters in the spare room with the door shut, just in case.
Really though, who could believe this cutie is a seasoned killer?