I’m sorry to announce that Peaky, our beloved chicken, has moved back to the farm: HE started to crow in the wee small hours of the morning.
I don’t like to wake up at 5 a.m. to a hearty cock-a-doodle. It sounded like a joyful noise, but the timing was off. We are once again chicken-less, and nursing the wounds inflicted by such a betrayal. We really thought he was a chicken up to the last…
I thought it would be fun (for my mom at least) to show you the blog posts that have really stuck with me this week. The posts that I carry with me, that I roll around in my head and scratch my intellect with.
These, in short, are my favorites this week. They are the posts to savor with a cup of coffee and a bagel on a Saturday morning.
and finally, simply because I like chickens, and in memory of Peaky: