Sometimes I worry about our family.
We seem to have a propensity toward...striking out.
For example, here is Mae.
For Christmas, she requested a punching bag.
She seems to relish the opportunity to lay into this bag.
Um. Merry Christmas, Mae.
However, the nut does not fall far from the tree.
Here is Mark with his Christmas shotgun.
Because nothing says "Merry Christmas" like a brand new shotgun.
Except, perhaps, a new phone.
A smart bananaphone.
So yes, we have some strange toys up here in Tollhouse.
And of course, we must look to the live entertainment as well.
Poor grey chicken, with her sole tail feather.
Molting is tough duty.
But spring, and feathers, are on their way!