Good morning! Our friend, Travis, is trimming our toes. We have one toe per foot—it’s called a hoof!
We have beautiful flowers glistening with dew. . .
And plenty of pumpkins:
Gail’s chicks are behaving themselves well:
“Come on, chicks, let’s go look for bugs.”
And last night we had five eggs in the hay:
But the chickens graciously laid them all within easy reach. 🐔