Yesterday we had our traditional Sunday spaghetti dinner with a new missionary elder from our church. Apparently, he was able to buy a nerf gun with some kind of twisting bullet capacity, steel barrel that shoots with high enough pressure to give his companions a welt when they stand on the other side of the room...over the counter at Walmart! In New York, I couldn't even order a fake plastic orange old fashioned cap gun for a play we were doing from Amazon. Crazy regional differences.
Our table felt empty with Hava, Maia and Piper in Hawaii, who paid for themselves to visit Lily, who is stationed there in the military. We really missed them but this is the last time that Lily might see Havala before Hava leaves on a mission sometime post-December 2026.
Our chickens have been dying at an alarming rate. Some predator is finding its way into our coop and leaving them mangled one at a time. Earlier in June it was our entire new batch of chicks who were 8 weeks old. So sad! I hate it when animals under my stewardship are hurting or suffer. We've tried to secure the top of the coop better--the only way they could enter--and are getting a trail cam. Hopefully that will work! That and not letting our dog Love get off. She likes to play with them to death :(.
