We now have four chickens. I've delayed writing about our newest addition because we didn't know if we would keep her or not. She is younger than the others and is in her own make-shift house until she gets big enough to defend herself. Now we understand the meaning behind the phrase "pecking order." We've also named all four birds and I've added them to our sidebar.
Here is Laruyn pouting. When she realized I was going to take her picture she turned her back on me.
I haven't quite figured out how to take a self portrait with our camera.
The view of the LDS temple.
I did move Lauryn to the couch. I'm not that mean.
That's the rock under the curtain. The police have come and gone but didn't do much. We've cleaned up the mess and put down some old vinyl table cloths to catch the shards of glass when they finally fall. The window sounds like the crackle of a dying fire and could fall at any moment. We hope we have a good insurance policy. This is not the way we wanted to start our Sunday morning, and this lack of sleep will not help us recover from the nasty colds that we're fighting. I'm going to try and go back to bed. I miss living in the mountains where vandalism like this is not so common. 
Taylor likes "eggs that yoke" or fried eggs.
