It was 34 this morning when I let the rapacious chickens out to ravage the leftovers from the spouse’s dinner last night. I think Penelope was eyeing them from inside their run since sunup. They LOVE leftover lettuce and tomatoes.
We have an officer down across the street from a local hospital. I am hearing he did not make it. Now they have the bomb squad on scene. Scary things unfolding.
aw good for them! A+++