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Friday, July 11 2014

July 11th, 2014

Due to our new guinea hen chicks, chores this morning consisted of running from rabbit cages to the pigeon palace to the chicken pen and back to feed the new arrivals. Sometimes I wonder why they can’t just feed and water themselves, but then I look into their blank and beady eyes and take pity on them. Walking into the pigeon palace is a harrowing experience. There’s nothing like having six pigeons produce gale-force winds inches above your head. Every time I step in to change their water I pray that I won’t get rained on by a downpour of bird poop. So far, so good, but I haven’t dodged the bullet yet. Maybe I should start taking an umbrella in with me.

Grandpa continued to put the finished touches on the WWOOFhouse and Joe weed whacked the entire property. The tractor also got stuck in the mud behind the garden, but he and Grandpa safely removed it without too much trouble. Ryan spent the day helping Uncle David remove counter tops while Megan and I ran errands and got library cards at the Hillsborough branch. We were probably too excited about it, but as I carried my large print edition of “The Help” out the door I felt like I had reached the final step in becoming a full-fledged member of the local community.

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