There is no photograph of my sourdough starter so imagination will have to be used. It is much the same as day one except for a few little holes which, Les informs me, are evidence that it is beginning to ferment.
Tonight I am weary although I did not do much. Picked the girls up from school, began fox-proofing the hen run in preparation for my feathered friends release from chicken jail on the 16th of this month. That is, if they don't find another dead whooper swan on the shores of Lough Beg. Fingers crossed.
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All we have are skunks.
Pretty glad we don't have skunks.
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