and drove off into the darkness to a lake all the way in western Leon County to go fishing on Mr. Moon's buddy's new pontoon boat.
Look at that beautiful boy!
It makes my heart so very happy to think that he and his grandfather can have such adventures now.
It's exactly what his Boppy has been dreaming of since the day of his birth.
In other less happy news, when I went to let the chickens out this morning, Violet was the first one out of the coop and a few of the other hens were inspecting the eggs she's been sitting on and I noticed that they do not smell good.
I believe this is a failed "having birth" effort.
And now I'm going to have to deal with a whole bunch of rotten eggs.
Well, all of these little cutie beauties are fine and well and thriving and growing.
Gibson instructed me with much seriousness yesterday to "keep Dearie alive."
I am doing my best.
And now...onwards! Perhaps to pickle some beets. I am quite certain that the entire world is absolutely atremble over the possibility of me pickling beets.