30 September 2008

goodbye, chicken

Rural Minnesota time moves significantly slower than New York City time. Shockingly enough. Except for when the neighbor's wolfhound grabs one of the chickens and bolts off. Then time moves pretty fast as you're running down the gravel road after it. (The chicken, um, didn't make it.)

In other news, this year's grape harvest is in. That's my grandpa showing off the spoils.

20 September 2008