The band needs a name…
Quail eggs!
This year at the cabin, the skull girls and their cousins were allowed to collect chicken and quail eggs. They only got a really fresh one once and thought it was gross, but cool, that the egg was squishy. They all agreed that they were the best eggs ever and Fallie wants to raise chickens on our deck.
uni-brow, mustache
Jack the donkey
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