Every morning when I go out to let the chickens out, I find Jack in a chair by the kiddy pool. I think he is pretending he's lounging pool-side at a resort. He'd probably appreciate a pina colada.
Well, so would I, Jack. So would I.
And then there's this.
Cutest chicken in the goddanged world. I swear. I still don't know whether that bird is a boy or a girl. No crowing, no eggs. Whatever. Her (his?) darlingness is enough for me.
So. That's about it from Lloyd this morning. I'm just waiting on a friend...