We've been so busy around here that my internet time has dropped to zero and while that is good, I also miss it and you and all of your news but...so many adventures, so little time.
Anyway, here I am, alive and well. I got sad news from Mr. Moon this morning. Something got in the hen house early this morning and killed Drogo. He probably died defending his hens.
I can't believe the luck we'd had all along with this flock, not losing a one, but I guess all lucky streaks have to come to an end.
He sure was a fine bird. And he sure was getting handsome. I am sad he is dead. Mr. Moon buried him out of respect for his position in the flock.
I suppose Elvis will have to adopt all the hens now. Is he man enough? We shall see how that works.
All right. More adventures are on the (a bit cloudy) horizon. Suffice it to say that we are having the time of our lives and it's been so cool here that we need sweaters and it's all been like a dream.
A dreamy dream of a dream.
Sending love from dreamy-dream land....Ms. Moon