Yesterday, St. Patrick's Day, was a very special day at our house. You see, I love Ireland and I am partly Irish, so St. Patrick's Day is my favorite miniature holiday. And I love corned beef.
Here is what we had:
Soda bread, corned beef, cabbage, carrots, and potatoes.
My animals have been doing very well. A few days ago I thought Salieri (one of my ducks) had been stolen by an animal. When I found her under an old rabbit hutch in the ducks' pen, I thought she was dead, so I poked her with a stick and she shifted and quacked a half-quack. I discovered that she was simply laying eggs under the hutch. Good old Sally.
Sara has been reveling in eating all the nightcrawlers Mother and I have been digging up in the garden, and Scarlet cares about her crickets just as much as she always has: she loves them.
Well, it's getting late, so I should probably stop writing and finish my Latin before I go to bed. You may expect me to blog again soon: I forgot how delightful it is.
