Ok, so they weren't eggs. Instead, the Easter Bunny decided to goad our last pregnant doe into delivering a healthy set of twins. Trucking out to the barn first thing in the bitter cold wind, I found Marylin with a buck and doe cleaned and dry nestled in a deep nest of straw resting comfortably.
Later in the afternoon, Ralph and I went over to my parents' house for Easter dinner and to pick up Jess who was having a sewing weekend with her grandma. I hem with packing tape and staples, so when Jess wants to tackle a sewing project, I send her to Mom's house. Needless to say, that's one talent I didn't inherit.
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