Scott dropped the chickens off first thing in the morning. Oh sorry, let me correct that; Scott was supposed to drop the chickens off first thing in the morning, 7am to be exact. Someone, not mentioning any names (starts with R and rhymes with Brachel), said she had booked him in for 7 but turns out she forgot to. So Scott didn't end up getting out of there until 9:30. He had to rush straight to Walkers for work and I had to go with him to take his truck for the day (as my car was getting an oil change). While at the farm with him I picked a crate of pickling cukes. Scotts parents were coming over Monday evening to teach me the art of pickling (not sure if it's an art, but it's something)!
|The cutest little pup!|
|This doesn't include all the ones we had already sold plus the ones in Scott's parents freezer.|