Two didn’t make it.
It happens.
I now have five new hens. . .
and a new Roo who’s to cool to be stew.
oOo
That funny feeling you’re getting when you walk, and you can’t figure out what’s in your pants.
Today when I came in I kept feeling something touching the back of my thigh, just under my cheek and straight across. I checked a couple of times today and then, just now, I figured it out.
It was the leg elastic of my underwear hanging low. Apparently, my backside shrank… not necessarily a bad thing.