Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner

Today (Saturday the 9th) has been totally restful. I have caught up on my blogging and Sweety has been sleeping and drawing pictures of flowers. We only left the property to eat lunch. But then I remembered that I have failed to tell you about the local chickens.



We were walking down the main drag somewhere near Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville when what should we hear but a rooster crowing from a tree. Sure enough, chickens roam free throughout the city. This is locally controversial because the chickens are nasty and loud. At one time, the city hired a chicken wrangler to trap the little buggers, but today they are protected as part of a county-wide bird sanctuary.

Going to eat Cuban food tonight.

Good night, Ricky. Good night, Lucy.