old and new

Some things are the same, and some things are different.

fava harvest

towel entourage

vintage dresses

birth-day cake (as seen here, of course)

as close to hands-free…

…and as close to sleeping in her bassinet as our daughter allows.

Speaking of parenting:

We snuck our turkey poults under a broody hen in hopes she’d default to an assumption that they were a) baby chickens and b) her baby chickens.  Considering the downy little things are destined to become 30 lb giants among fowl, it’s kind of the trojan horse approach to poultry farming.

The hen in question has dutifully adopted the pair but seems to know something is amiss. They don’t quite look, sound or behave like chickens, but she seems resigned to the fact that whatever they are, they’re hers to make the best of.

As for us, we are also learning how to parent. Along with many more important things, I am finally intimately acquainted with the anatomy of baby feet and realize I would have made all the socks totally differently.

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