GOING "AFOWL" IN HOTLANTA

 I finally made it to Atlanta, where my first day seemed to be taken up with the feathered members of the family. Morning comes early and the first thing that happens is shooing the chickens from their coop. 

The girls seemed pretty happy to get back out in the yard and I am just hoping that they have left us with some breakfast. Please tell me there is something in there, Sid because I am starving. This urban farming is hard work. (Okay, that was a gross exaggeration. So far all I have done is walked out to the coop)

Fresh eggs still warm from the chickens. It doesn't get much better than this.

After a big farmhouse breakfast of scrambled eggs Tessa took me out for my next task so that I could work off some of those calories.

Come on, Nana. Time's awasting. These ducks aren't going to get fed by themselves.

Phew!! Who knew that throwing a few lettuce leaves to some ducks could be so exhausting. 

Next we were off to the farmer's market, where my family dispersed and I was left wandering around in a post breakfast fog taking photographs of random strangers.

I could see an afternoon nap in my immediate future, but my daughter had something else in mind. At only 91 degrees and low humidity, Hotlanta was feeling pretty cool apparently, and it seemed the perfect time to take me on a forced march nice hour long walk around the neighborhood.

Even the butterflies enjoy feasting on the local Georgia peaches.

 It was a perfect day, and by 8:30 I was so exhausted I crawled upstairs into bed. I think I am seeing why my daughters only weigh 20 pounds each. By the end of the week I will probably be down to just pleasantly plump.

Have a great day. Sid and I are sneaking off to the diner to get some real food.