and on that farm there are some chickens. Among those chickens is a rooster named Sylvester (seen to the right of the two colored roosters in the first spread and again in the upper left corner of the final page.) Poor Sylvester once had a comb but now he doesn't. Some of the other chickens saw to that. I meant to ask Mike if Sylvester's comb would grow back, but I forgot. Cathy, Mike, or anyone smart in the ways of poultry, could you let me know? I worry about things.
Most of the eggs we eat come from Mike and Cathy's chickens at Perrywinkle Farm. Those are tasty eggs. Mike and Cathy are wonderful people, too. They, like all of the people whose farms I've visited lately, sell their goods at our local farmers' market.