One of our new chicks died this weekend.
We knew it was coming. By Saturday night, she was wobbly and had difficulty standing. She wasn’t eating or drinking. 368 more words
What a fun-filled Mother’s Day.
On Sunday I drove to Norwich to bring one of our chicks home for the summer. Alas, with that trip ends all of my “Good Year” jokes – my only consolation is that he may be living in Dodge dorm again next year so at least I can take up where I left off with the “Get out of Dodge” jokes. 201 more words