Sorry for our mysterious absence, everyone! Allow me to explain:"We've got some serious stealth chickens on our hands. They lay so quietly. They're stupid and sneaky, with their scratching and pecking and... bagawking."
We went on holiday for three days, and I went to all this trouble to pre-schedule fabulous posts from the nest-egg. But, I screwed something up with Saturday and Sunday's posts, which is why you were all left hanging for two days, and why Monday's post didn't acknowledge the lapse. But now we're back!
We took Adam's kids for three days glamping on a goat farm. Of the three nights, Adam only talked one of them, but those few mutterings were clearly inspired by reality.
First there was this one:
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There were two particular chickens who liked to spend their days rooting around in the dirt outside our cabin. One of them would even hop inside for a visit every day. Here's our special chicken:
Outside our cabin was a hill. Sitting atop that hill was a plastic tractor. That sturdy little tractor spent its entire day, every day, being pushed up then ridden down the hill by children. That probably accounts for this gem:"This is MY tractor, and if I wanna roll it down the hill, I bloody will. Back off. I'm going down. Weeee! Heh heh heh."
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And here's Adam, taking his turn on the tractor. Note that it went a bit better for STM than it did for Adam:
And, apropos of nothing, here is me snuggling with a few of the farm's 900 goats:
I promise that, on some day when you least expect it, I will post all of the quotes that were supposed to appear over the weekend!