The first of like 900 to come. A lot are there, but not ready for picking. The plants are as tall as I am, and I suppose I am not short.
Shitty Mandrell is becoming aggressively friendly. If I lift the screen in the chicken pen for anything, she charges and wants to be picked up, or she jumps onto the edge of the pen and sings a weird chicken song at me. I suppose it’s nice to be popular, even if you are only popular among one chicken.