Speaking of barnyard animals, here’s a crappy picture of Joan Jett, boss hen of the Cracker Compound: She looks a little the worse for wear for having endured a long, hot summer, but she’s recovering from molting season splendidly.
She takes exactly zero shit from her coop-mates. It shows in her eyes, doesn’t it? I admire that in her.
We’re (the mister and I, not the chicken and myself) about to build a lovely pizza for dinner. What are you up to this evening?