I got home from work tonight and was dismayed to see how the late afternoon sun magnifies the dust bunnies on my floors. They were simply rolling across the floor in the sun (the old border collie is shedding which explains the matter nicely, I think). The thing I absolutely find the most upsetting about putting one's house on the market is that minor details (and when one works outside the home, one must consider them minor) like dust bunnies is unacceptable. So, after dinner I scrubbed and polished the floors. I feel so very righteous somehow.
The photo above is of a few of our newest chickens. They've joined the big girls in the hen house and enjoy getting out for pasture grass and bugs. Last night Jerry and I lit a bonfire to celebrate the Summer Solstice and sat outside for several hours in the longest twilight of the year. (We toasted marshmallows and I decided I don't really enjoy s'mores anymores.) All eight of the newest little pullets have been adopted by an older Buff Orpington hen who "clucks clucks clucks" for them all to gather around. She also guards them from the one Rhode Island Red who likes to... well... hen peck them when she gets a chance. It's quite dear. The protecting, not the hen pecking.
Have a wonderful week all!