At first glance, Friday morning seemed completely mundane.
Like most days, I was awakened by the throaty cock-a-doodle-doo-ing of our rooster, Ricky. A few minutes later, after rolling out of bed and putting on my hat and boots and coat to go outside, everything still seemed to be so familiar.
Just a plain old, run-of-the-mill morning.
As usual, the moment I stepped out the back door with a bucket of cat food, I was completely mobbed by our half-wild farm cats. The cud-chewers were pleased as punch to get their hay and grain. And Ryu took off running like a maniac the minute I opened his kennel door.
Like I said, everything seemed so typical.
It wasn’t until I had meandered on over to the chicken coop to give the old chooks some fresh water, that I noticed something was different… Continue reading “¡Quiquiriquí!”