Tuesday, October 11, 2011

west point, KT

Slept under a bridge right next to the gas station.

Coffee in the morning. big breakfast. more rain.

Called Paul from the Hollow on the phone. It was good to hear from him. The Hubbard's spoon was a hitch-hiker in our dishes pile. Time for it to go home via post.

no eggs from the ladies, Leslie is losing all of her feathers. Twenty fell off the last time I picked her up. poor little lady.  

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