We will make OObleck when the grand daughters come.Â
And we will get into other mischief. Also the girls will name Ann’s chickens. Â There are two like the brown and black one–one that hops up on my knee every time I squat down to fill the feeder.
The weird yellow one I think is a cocky little rooster. I’d name him George Wallace. But I just work here on the Funny Farm.