Evening,
Our youngest granddaughter turned one on Saturday. It was neat to visit with family. We took a five-generation photo since DH's grandfather and parents were at the party. Opa is 102, and he's still walking, talking, and bouncing babies on his lap. He talked incessantly about the Orpingtons his mother raised in Holland. I'm trying to find a few Oprington hens before spring break, since he's visiting us then and assumes we raise them. He told a story about an Orpington hen who flies into an open kitchen window, walks the counter, jumps down into his momma's lap, naps, and then lays an egg before returning to the chicken yard. If anyone's selling Orpington hens, I'm buying.
The weather looks ominous. I got home around 4:30, which is early, but the sky was already dark. I was hit by sprinkles a few times as I fed and watered my flock, but by the time I locked the barn, the drops had dried.
Our school musical will be performed this week. Dress rehearsals are today and tomorrow. Students are excited. They've worked hard to learn lines, songs, and choreography. I think the stage crew is more anxious than the actors. I'm glad the group will perform for the elementary students before performing for the kids at the high school. It'll be like an extra dress rehearsal since the elementary kids will love it no matter what.
I'm hearing rain. Time to shut the garage and start dinner.
