Good Friday

Good Friday

Last Friday, we woke up to discover that raccoons had gotten to our two young chickens. Feathers (and blood spots) were all over our deck. This hit me pretty hard because I had personally nursed one of them back to health. Steven and I both cried. Later on, this scene happened. I thought it was pretty funny how Matthew proclaimed “that’s BAD Friday” with the biggest smile ever and a chipper tone of voice.

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