Summer

 The chicks are growing!  We often let them out to run around the yard. Heather and I agree that her's is the prettiest.

 Spike, chained at a safe distance.

 The chicks like the playground.

 This one sat on Wayne's shoulder for a long time.

 I never realized how amusing chicks could be.

 In other events, we made painted rock garden markers.

 Heather painted pumpkins.

 And tomatoes.

 I painted sunflowers.

 Cole painted green beans - the boy will never be an artist-

 and spinach. Somehow, I didn't get photos of Wayne's beets and zucchini.

 Patches, not allowed outside, lounges in the open window.