The former done by The Goose.
The latter done by The Mom.
Yesterday at approximately 6:23 p.m., I was pecked in the left ring toe by one of The Girls. I didn't have time to think; I just acted: I kicked that chicken right in the tailfeathers. Perhaps she thought that my red toenail polish was a nice juicy bit of tomato, but she hasn't yet been questioned. They're all on lockdown as punishment. It drew blood!
Otherwise, business as usual.
I have just uploaded several of Grammy's photos from the party, so click on the one above to see more.
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