Oh Mistress Mack, mack, mack,
All dressed in black, black, black...

Thelma & Louise are first out of the pen in the morning, first to recognize food coming - whether it's the shovel in my hand (digging in the dirt!) or the bucket of kitchen scraps in John's hand - and guaranteed to be furthest from home and any given time.

(We draw the line at letting them cross the street, and Bill next door shoos them out of his favorite lily patch. Otherwise they're on their own.)

Who's who

Can't live much longer without naming them.
Problem: 5 nearly identical white ones.
Solution: Let John & Drake (now 3) loose with a package of good coloring. ("Chicken paint!"
It's worn off quite a bit now, time to refresh.