Blessings of life and lumber

This morning we slept in a bit, so it was daylight when I arose and looked out the window over our bed. A vague dark shape in the chicken yard caught my eye. At first it didn't move, so I wasn't sure what I was seeing. Then it started walking around, and I realized it was Tawnie, our gold-laced Wyandotte! We do evening chores after dark, and last night Rick shown the flashlight into the henhouse so I could collect eggs. There wasn't enough light to count hens, but why in the world would Tawnie have been out in the chicken yard after dark? But obviously she was, and remained so all the rainy night. I was thankful to see that she was none the worse for wear, but she scrambled to the feeder as soon as I opened the henhouse door!
After breakfast we headed over to where we buy our firewood. When Rick picked up our last load, the seller had some piles of rough-sawn cedar he mentioned he was just going to cut up. Rick expressed an interest, and Bob said we could have any of it we could use. So we loaded up the back of the pickup (and beyond!) with the materials to side the Ram-ada Inn with board-and-batten, and maybe start on a new woodshed to replace our current one. We got drenched doing it, as you can see from the photo I took through the back window of the truck while Rick was securing our load. Below is a photo taken at chore time tonight, with the intended destination of some of the wood in the background. We are thankful for this windfall!
That's it for now from . . .