We had to bring in the bomb-sniffing sheep to give us the all-clear before the goats could resume occupancy of the Grotto.
The egg directly under the sheep's nose the the exact color I want to paint my bedroom walls. What do you call that?
Thank you for the morning giggle....I so enjoy your blog and sense of humor! Keep it coming.
Homeland security in disguise!
We think Boudreaux the Biter was eating the eggs laid in the small stall a few years ago. Seriously. Still have not found the *latest* stash of hidden eggs. Basically, we have pet chickens...and are buying eggs from the neighbor. Sigh.
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