It’s supposed to be 97 this afternoon. I am in the shade now, and staying here:
Somebody stuck there big nose through the gate and pulled my and Stormy’s masks out on the dirt:
Signs point to you, Jewel:
The wyandottes’ feathers are dazzling in the sun:
Ann set up the white fence just this morning, so they’ll have more room to explore:
Although on a day like today. . .
I think everyone will stay in the shade. 🐥