May brought a wealth of experiences. Bug ran a half-marathon (by herself) through Portland streets, just to prove she could. She was supported by friends and family and admired by all.
Close to Memorial Day I went to the Beaverton-area cemetery where my ancestors are buried to do a bit of grave cleaning. Moss and algae really do a number on tombstones in Oregon and it took a couple of hours to get them both readable. But now they are shiny and lovely.
The new chicks are nearly grown up now. Abigail, Amelia and Harriet are fast approaching maturity and thrive, despite being picked on by the older chickens. It's a bit like watching a "Mean Girls" film every day, seeing the interactions.
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