Saturday, June 15, 2013

When Pastures Attack

The pasture grabbed my ankle and flung me to the ground last weekend.  I've spent all this week looking at this:

At least I have pretty socks.

rather than this:

Peanut.  I think she's pining for me.

I think they missed me.  Barack O'Llama sent me llama kisses....

Smooch.

...and the sheep reenacted their lunchtime greeting.

The lunch rush at Sleepy Acres.

While I was incapacitated, Iris, one of our Black Australorps died.  She and her "sister" Violet have always been inseparable.  And in the backyard when they were not supposed to be.

Violet & Iris, enjoying a dust bath together.

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