Evening, Okies:
We're heading out for dinner at an Italian place. Mom's in town for a visit. She came early and sat with me at the Admiral Flea Market today. It was incredibly hot, but that didn't stop the shoppers. I managed to arrive home with $215 in my pocket and an empty truck bed. It was a successful day. The folks selling rabbits next to me didn't do as well, but they were still there when I left, so maybe they had some late buyers.
Chuck - It was nice to see you. If it had been cooler, I would have hauled my chair over to your truck for a chat. As it was, I had to constantly tell myself, "It's not that bad. We'll be done soon."
When I got home from the flea market I found one of my beautiful Salmon Faverolles dead from the heat. She was the most beautifully, heavily feathered of the bunch. I misted the pens again and made sure everyone has lots of fresh water. I hate that I lost her. Her pen mates seem fine, strong, not fazed by the heat. They aren't nearly as nicely feathered as she was.
I'm getting the look. It's time to stop typing and find my handbag. Talk to everyone later.