Good morning. A nasty storm blew through last night, leaving this morning hot, humid, and—of course!—MUDDY:
Chezzie and Stormy are in Misty’s stall (not for long):
Betty is stretching her neck while sharpening her claws:
Ok, who laid this egg?
Dukie says, “It wasn’t me!”
“But if you cook it, I’ll eat it!” 😺