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A little bit of Spring Mud

 Here in the dry mountains of Southern California, we enjoy some deliciously warm Spring days - warm enough for some sprinkler play.  The chickens asked if they could play in the water, but really, they played in the mud. 
 Bowden said that they were making themselves gorillas.  Jack and he did the appropriate chest thumping...
 ...and growling.
 Applying the gorilla.


 Miles decided to join the troop.

 Lucy will really have a better time of cleaning up than the boys.

Miles' gorilla face.
The unfortunate thing about this grand adventure is that it ended with some messy, messy trouble.  The two big kids led their brothers to the camp bathroom to clean up...and apparently shook themselves free of mud before actually washing off.  As I write, all four are confined to their rooms for an hour to think about how they need to respect the camp and clean up after themselves.

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Abigail said…
It snowed for the first half of last week, and this post of mud and naughty children made me jealous for some of my own. Thank goodness, spring arrived a couple of days ago. I can't WAIT to confine the girls to their room! Wahoo!

Josh Tate said…
Now I can totally picture Jack with chest hair.

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