I hate to think of what they might be grazing on in the back yard that is possibly the reason for this.

Into the dragon's den this afternoon, to complete the demonstration tour for a docent course I've been taking since February. It's now or never, because the instructor is retiring as of tomorrow, and who knows when they'll hire someone else to do the job. There are aspects of working with this person that makes her retirement a desirable thing, and that makes this last test not only one to show what I've learned, but also my ability to speak and bite my tongue simultaneously. I may stop by the Legion Hovel to buy a round afterwards.