My hen house:
I'm very good at identifying the seasons!
And I'll tell you something else.
Between finding two snakes lurking in my chicken house,
and a crazy Polish attack-rooster named Leonard, I'm getting very close
to needing anxiety medication to gather eggs these days.
That's Leonard, pictured above.
His time on this earth is drawing to a close end, I'm here to announce.
Another thing on the homestead about to meet its demise
is this lemon cake I made today.
First, I clearly didn't practice the fine art of spraying a bundt pan adequately.
And the entire top section stuck,
leaving a particular little Chinese boy wide-eyed and eager to dig into a pan-scraping appetizer
before his fish sticks at lunchtime.
And to boot, I got a little wild and crazy with the whole grains again
and not only was my cake aesthetically-challenged, it was about as light and tasty
as a cinder block.
So, my chickens will be enjoying this hearty treat.
Perhaps this is just what Leonard needs.
See how I came full-circle with all this?
I think we all can agree that I'm long overdue for a good night's sleep.