The weather was clear a few days ago and I took the opportunity to visit my feathered friends I raised from hachlings. They're not babies anymore, they've stretched their wings into the wind. But it's funny, they're still the same posers they've always been. It's a funny life, raising a few hundred creatures a year, you wonder if you'll still form attachments to them. If anything, the attachments just grow stronger. George(s), you're all pretty great.
ps. hot cocoa recipe over on Grafted today!