OK--I'm overdue on some posts. Even went to a fiber festival last weekend but haven't written about it yet. The tiny chicks are now half-grown chickens.
But here's one for today--I'll catch up later. Today, it rained. Not as bad as in Pensacola to the west of us (2 feet of rain!) but still a bit on the torrential side. We debated wimping out and not going in (practicing for retirement). But we both had some work to do, and we did take off a couple of days last week, so we girded our loins (aka donned rain jackets) and nobly headed off into the storm.
So it was meant to be. Apparently Bob has a reputation, because he got a call from someone he didn't even know because someone in their office had found a wee kitten stuck in the storm drain. He's about two and a half weeks old. For all he's been through he's in pretty good shape.
Looks like it will be 2 a.m. feedings for awhile.