Hee hee. I look forward to a much-improved, or at least sized, Red Beet Beach. One day, I hope to make it to your corner of the world. And much fun would be had by all. We can dream, can't we? (As if anyone could stop either of us...)
So good we are artiste's, as I would no doubt be drummed out of the banking business. Or just about any other business as well. Maybe that is why I spent a good part of my life in the forested parts of the world. Maybe I can make you some beer cans for your house one day. Wouldn't that be fun...
Ha haa, very non-upscale chickens, compared to Puss. And unfortunately, if I read that correctly, I am so sorry to hear of your loss. It took me a month to be able to write about the Stinkmeister. My heart goes out to you and W.A.