We only have two, but it feels like more.
And for that matter, what should a group of border collies be called? My vote still: If a bunch of turkeys is a raft, and multiple quail is a covey, then it just has to be a fuckery of border collies. They're making everyone modestly crazy. Pepper has decided in her old age that she's scared of thunder, and Stink is being ... stinky. Smelly. Etc.
Bunches of spare food in the freezer. We got about 15 pounds of very ripe bananas from the market for $3; Lisa mashed them, made three loaves of banana nut bread, and saved the rest for later. Also have 15 half-pints of peach preserves. And a bunch of bread-and-butter pickles.
Baby chickens are doing well -- all 65 of them. And the younger flock has started to lay -- little, marble-sized eggs, about two-three every day.
Wish it would stop raining. Sigh.
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