I completely understand why farmers traditionally wanted many sons. We built our final raised bed in the garden today and Marco just wouldn't quit! We put the final shovelful of soil in just as the sun was setting. Of course by then it was too dark to see the fruits of our labour :) Madison, meanwhile, sneakily sidled away when I wasn't looking. I want lots and lots of sons! I figure if we have a couple more now and raise them to age ten, we'll get eight years of hard labour out of them before they go off to college :) We could build anything! Seriously though, Marco is one of the most helpful children I know. I am so proud of him.
No eggs. What is wrong with that hen?!