Here are the chickens.
Sometimes the rooster crows at sunset.
Lindsay, age 9, with chicken.
Nathan, 3.
Nathan and me. This is a fairly accurate rendering of what a pip he is.
Nathan, Brendan, Isaac, Lindsay, Aven's back, and Ellen.
Beyond the chicken, Ellen and Dad.
Aven, 2, and her ribs.
So. Cute.
A three-chicken race.
And peace to you, too, Brendan.
Isaac, 11, being Isaac.
Isaac and Brendan (on their skateboards, left) and a couple chickens (right).
Isaac Ollie-ing, Brendan Brendaning.
Brendan heading in.
