I found nothing to take, but that wasn't the point in looking.
The river floated by, quiet and peaceful this day. When I look on it, I always try to imagine what it looked like several hundred years ago.
I have to clean the hen's nest today. She managed to crack an egg, or perhaps an interloper did, and now it smells. You see, though she is sitting on too many already, her hen-mates try to add to the nest daily. We marked the ones we want her to keep with a permanent marker, and have to check daily for new additions. These new ones will not mature in time and will only lessen the chances of the eggs in progress.
What we are reading this week:
ACK! I forgot earlier today to post a link to the My Town Monday site, that hosts all the MTM entries. Go over there to read about interesting places.