Pick Me! Pick Me!

In my mind, I hear Pomp and Circumstance playing as these puffed up editions march slowly around a single mousy female.  They, I'm sure, consider themselves masters of the universe, but it's the hen who has the power of choice.  Can't say the boys didn't dress to impress, though.  I never get to see how the dating game ends, but it sure is interesting to watch the show.

I got started on an undercoat of paint for the well house.  Go-To Guy was kind enough to put it on the old picnic table so I'll be able to work on it without becoming a contortionist.  A trip to the hardware store for more paint is on the agenda for today.  It is, as they say, a work in progress.