I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
And then there were fourLiza
I’m lying here in bed, and if this wasn’t a blogging steak, I would look at a few more Irma tweets, and then call it a day. But it’s a streak, dammit!
So two of the chicks are in Chicken Heaven. The Twins. Perhaps evil befell them because we never distinguished one from the other. Camilla, Bolt, Sweetheart and Pio are fine.
1pm: Chicks taken from garage & put into the backyard coop / chicken fort
5pm: Chicks shown to friends
1 chick, 2 chicks, 3 chicks, 4 chicks….
One of the Twins found headless at the very edge of the coop where the chicken wire meets the ground. The second Twin just gone.
The kids were entirely unperturbed. Chickens are harder to fall in love with than puppies. And Chicken Heaven is a soothing notion.
We’ve made the coop more secure, so hopefully the others will live long and prosperous chicken lives.
Running: 4 miles + 1 hour easy