Another mouth to feed

Mornings the Dutchman and the Flipster breakfast together while I lie in bed and count the mountain of wheat-bix vanishing down their gullets. Then I get up and feed the chooks, although recently the Flipster has taken over this task at an award-rate of 50 cents per day . Just as I’m starting to feel like a lady-of-leisure we acquired Boef who also likes to be fed mornings. Demanding.

And now I have to feed a 21 yr old sourdough culture from Bavaria as well.

The responsibility is overwhelming.