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The baby chickens have graduated to two seperate rubbermaid totes now. It's nice that they're getting bigger, that just means they'll be outside soon. But, in the mean time, two big blue totes sitting by the door is a big pain.

Angel #4 went to a boogie board competition yesterday, and despite lathering on sunscreen twice, got absolutely fried. She's doing a lot of whining, but maybe she'll learn her lesson and be a bit more cautious in the sun from now on.

I just finished reading a book called Queen of the Road by Doreen Orion. It's hilarious and I highly recommend it. She kind of reminds me of the way I write, only she's writing about living for a year in a converted bus with her husband and I write about my psychotic children.

Afton, I have no idea how to make a pig trap. Our landlord was trying to explain it to me, all I know is that it involves surgical tubing and macadamia nuts and, according to Auntie Violet, who knows these things, wild pig tastes best when it's smoked.