The pasture grabbed my ankle and flung me to the ground last weekend. I've spent all this week looking at this:
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At least I have pretty socks. |
rather than this:
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Peanut. I think she's pining for me. |
I think they missed me. Barack O'Llama sent me llama kisses....
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Smooch. |
...and the sheep reenacted their lunchtime greeting.
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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.
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Violet & Iris, enjoying a dust bath together. |
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