I finally found the green caterpillar that's been ravaging--and laying eggs all over--my White Pearmain apple tree. I squashed it with extreme prejudice. Ha.
We will be in south Georgia again today, picking up two ewes. I am hoping it will be a very happy day for the farmer. He'll get a couple hundred bucks, and rain is predicted. I am convinced it's only happening because that's the most inconvenient possible weather in which to stuff two unwilling sheep into a cage on the back of a pickup truck.
Speaking of pickup truck, thank you, J, from the bottom of our hearts. You're making this possible for us, and we're very grateful.