Here's what I found when I went out to feed the flock tonight.
|Uno, dos, tres, cuatro. Huh?|
I thought there were five.
I'm not sure if there really were five or I just thought that there were since it's a more solid number. Maybe there were originally only four. I do know there were and still are two turkeys.
And finally this: One perfect brown egg. Laid just for me!
Before the chicken feeding, I ran five fast tempo miles in the wonderful late afternoon twilight. How nice to run in the country again. It reminded me of living in Seward, which I miss terribly.
Oh, I must, must, must move to a smaller Alaska town!
Cheers and happy running, everyone.