
The greenhouse has become a jungle with tomato plants growing much taller than Mason.

Good thing I didn't drop Tate; it would have been tough to find him.

This gardening stuff is for the birds:

We thought this guy was going to be Thanksgiving dinner, but he's eating us out of house and home. He also picks on the chickens, so he may have a date with the oven a little sooner than later.
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