I don’t have much to share today. The big (Marans) chickens went outside for the first time yesterday, and they loved it, although at first only Gigi and Gaston had the courage to brave the big, bad world. Miles wanted to chase the chickens, but I generally think that unsupervised play with chickens is not good. Both boy (in particular) and chicken stand a good chance of exiting the encounter with major injuries, of the sort any good mother could never forgive herself for. So Miles experiences chickens at a well-supervised distance.

Sabine returned from her breeding trip last night, and I have been haunting Stephen with the idea of his sweet little dog loosing her virginity. He turns a pale green shade when I broach the topic. I love him, and his sensitive stomach.

Crafts, what crafts? I may have the opportunity to knit tonight. We'll see.