Two hens and an old broiler

The morning after the night before.
Believe it or not we were mostly good, but poor middle hen was ill and it wasn't alcohol related. We gathered her up and forced helped her out into the fresh air.

Here we are at the beach with the hill we climbed yesterday in the background.
If you look closely, you may see why it's called "Camel hill" by the young 'uns.
(Perhaps not).

A leisurely afternoon and slow drive home with a broken spring, but I'm here for my "Big" day tomorrow.

Eeek!

Better get some beauty sleep before then.

Back blip from here.