Binge-watched the stars coming out, and bats swooping in the twilight. Listened to very vocal cows going home for the night, and crickets and frogs singing.
The chickens took dust baths and ate zucchini and sipped cold water from an upturned bin lid. And pooped on the porch. Given the choice between hosing poop off the porch or removing weird bugs from the "studio" every day I decided I choose hosing.
This morning Randy came over with his dog Willow to have coffee and look at paintings. We had a fun visit. Willow is a love and very good company even if she did spill coffee on the rug (stain came out easily).
Thankfully Randy took a dozen eggs. The girls have been productive and the snake hasn't been eating its share.
Broke 100 today. Nearly swooned on my foolish midday walk. Now though? Delicious 85.
A little lonesome on a Friday night but appreciating solitude, cats' company, and insane grasshopper that keeps dive-bombing my hair.
(Cats' company + insane grasshopper = no more insane grasshopper)
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