18 days old and 36 grams. I like the feather mohawk that’s coming in. I’ve been trying really hard to catch him standing tall with his neck stretched out squawking…or crowing…or whatever it is that he is doing, on video. But I think he’s camera shy. When he stretches like that he can almost reach the top of the tank. It’s moving time again, methinks.

The Redwings lost game 4 in triple overtime, I met a moose coming home while walking the Back 40, I gave away another fish because the sharks are outgrowing the tank and need more room, and the damn phone hasn’t stopped ringing since Maighen moved back in. That was my day and now it’s time for bed and Craig Ferguson. I knoooow!!!