Chickens are surprisingly beautiful.
One of our fancy egg making machines.
So, someone on the farm is pregnant, y’all!
Don’t get too excited. It’s the cat.
Tiny the Cat done got herself knocked up good, as we say in the backwoods.
In case you’re wondering why I haven’t been reblogging like a superstar today, it’s because I’m visiting my mama, who lives like a cavewoman without Internet and cable.
Pray for me, y’all.
Don’t forget about my special announcement tomorrow!