New Role

Our hens have turned out to be prolific -- every one of them is pretty much laying an egg every day. During October, it wasn't much of a problem because we were selling eggs to pumpkin customers. Now the season is over, which means we have almost 30 #$%*ing dozen a week. A person can only eat so many egg sandwiches and fritattas! A friend of mine sent an email out to her neighbors, and surprisingly, quite a few responded. I now have an "egg route" on Sunday afternoons -- I have become The Egg Lady. (Wish I could say The Eggman ... goo goo gajoob ... today was so bizarro ...)

A Memory

Yesterday I was fortunate to be able to go through my family albums with someone who was actually interested in them. I found this picture, which choked me up a bit: 20-month-old G "reading" to my beloved Argos. For an old dog, he tolerated the many forms attention from the newest family member took.

Goats at the Gate

You can't imagine what a welcome sight this is: Two goats at the gate. Layla (the one on the right with the white head markings) was extremely sick earlier this week with pneumonia. At least twice I thought we were going to lose her. She had great care from the vets and from Dan, who spent the week giving injections and probiotics. Layla has been up and around for the past two days, so we hope this means she is on the mend.