Meanwhile, down at the ranch...

we saw baby goats! And also chickens and also dogs and also little birds in a nest.

I won't mention that one of the birds fell (?) out of the nest and was summarily killed by one of the dogs. Circle of life and all that.

Still makes me cringe though... perhaps I wasn't cut out for farm life? I hope not because I think I'd like some chickens someday. Just a few. With names like Ethel and Mildred.

Um, I'm naming imaginary chickens. I might have a problem.