Another big day outside for the ladies. They were out in the backyard all day with the (really old) cat, who just seems to be ignoring them. At her age they're way to fast and big to be considered prey.
Chrissy didn't notice someone pooped on her shirt while she was sunbathing and put it back on--that was my greeting when I biked home from yoga this morning (that's how we role in Portland) "Yuck, gross chickens!" Pretty funny, wish I'd had seen it.
That's it, gotta run to a dinner party.