Home Again

Last week we took our summer vacation, leaving the farm in capable hands. Not much happened.  The yaks got a little bigger.  Amadeus, our resident idiot, gave himself a concussion by flying into the side of the coop.

Really, it's not his fault.  When you buy 25 chickens, you apparently get a free one thrown in.  Amadeus was our free chicken.  And with his ridiculous feathers, he can't see.  At all.  So while all the other chickens can fly through the door, he flies into the wall.  Which does nothing to improve his already meager intelligence. 

But otherwise, things are calm and peaceful on the farm tonight:

It's good to be home.