You never get a second chance to make a first impression. My company from southern California is coming today, a little earlier than planned, and I've got to kick it into high gear. Guest prep will have to take a back seat to chores, though, and I've got an extra one this morning.
Last evening as I went to the Silkies' pen, they were all excitedly dithering around and there on the outside of the fence was one of the white chicks, running back and forth, yeeping at the top its lungs. I'd left Bess in the house, but the cats were with me and ready to take on the herding chores (and more). Praying that the little one wouldn't head out into the field where I wouldn't stand a chance of catching it but the cats would, I finally got it shepherded safely into the pen and everyone closed in for the night. With dusk rapidly falling, I could only make a cursory inspection of the fence line. Today I must find out where the little one escaped and plug the hole. Dusting will just have to wait.