There are piglets at Hidden Villa again, but they're big piglets. Little piglets are more fun because they run around in circles. Big piglets are kind of lazy. Just before seeing the piglets, I was attacked by a rooster who was determined to keep me from stealing any of his harem. I borrowed a chicken anyway, despite his valiant efforts to peck a hole in my knee.
Later, Heather the cow gave me a back massage with her head. This was actually mutually beneficial, because she managed to scratch an itch at the same time. After this, I got the first graders I was leading around the farm to stick a cow pie full of bits of straw so it looked like a sloppy porcupine. It didn't take any persuasion at all. All I had to do was push one little piece of straw into a pie myself, and they were all gathered around with their own bits of straw. One of the chaperone moms hypothesized that this was because they didn't often get the opportunity to be around such an interesting array of droppings.

At home, Willow is a bit under the weather. She has a fever, but is getting better. Last night she was up a lot, crying. I hate that. Today she was back to her old, smiley self, but we took it easy anyway, lounging around the house most of the day.

Saturday, we went to the Tech museum to see the Grossology exhibit. The Dickens especially enjoyed the digestive tract slide/tunnel. The slide part represents the esophagus, which dumps little sliders out into the stomach. From there, the slider has the option of crawling through an intestinal tunnel, at the exit of which is a brown, unevenly shaped cushion which is apparently supposed to be shit. The rest of the exhibit was also a lot of fun, and more than lived up to its name. Jen and I agreed that we should go back without the kids at some time so we can spend more than two seconds in any given place. Most of our visit involved running after The Dickens, or trying to locate the boys.

The squirrels in our yard have been quite screechy for the last couple of days. Tonight at work there was a sick squirrel near the bathrooms. Why are all of the squirrels suddenly unhappy or ill? What does it mean? Maybe it's because they didn't get to vote.

cds I listened to while wondering who the squirrels would have voted for (once again, all various artists): "Magnetic Submission", "UHF/VHF", "Bored, Lonely, and a Little Pissed Off" (a KALX radio compilation of live studio performances), and "Music for the Proletariat" (Allied Recordings compilation)