…and apparently headless!
It was a hot, muggy Sunday afternoon; the hens were clucking, roosters crowing, eggs were laid, grapes ripe on the vine, apples ready for picking and an over-due belly almost popping!
But alas; there would be no baby till 12 days later!
All images taken by me in my neighbour’s awesome backyard.
Just prepping you for Logan’s birth story that I’m hoping to post in the near future!
Happy Friday ya’ll
(ps. had to use ya’ll since I just came back from Texas ya’ll)
pps. I did hear a Texan waiter use ya’ll two times in 1 sentence. True story.