Apr. 7, 2013 – The girls and I took a stroll today and ended up in the garage. We came upon Mom’s old tennis rackets. Peaches wanted to try them out, and we agreed. We set a stretch of orange snow fence across the end of the driveway and slipped on our terry cloth wrist and headbands. They were surprisingly comfortable. We played for almost an hour, stopping only after I blazed a serve so fiercely over the net that from the force, an egg blasted right out of me onto the court. When I looked down at the smashed egg splattered between my feet, I got hit in the head with Wilma’s return shot and dropped cold. I’m okay now, but I got yolk all over my headband.
Happy New Year, Peeps! Nicki Murphy is a long time follower of Cluck, Cluck, Doo! and great friend to the chicken keeping community. For years, she and others in the […]More Info
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