Cleo... or Clevon

The other day at the Statesboro Farmers' Market someone came to our table with a baby chick they had found abandoned in a parking lot. It had been dealing drugs and needed some help. So we took the chick in. We're hoping its a hen, if so it will be named Cleo, if its a rooster, Clevon. She has been living in the kitchen chirping constantly and almost got me killed on the highway. I think it might have an accident soon.

Its about 4 weeks old we think. Here are some weird pictures of me, the chick, and Angel Cat.

The other exciting exciting thing to happen last week was we paid ourselves for the first time. We had been paying for our food with our revenue but not ourselves. I'll give you our extrapolated hourly rate and you can see if you can figure our pay, it worked out to 9 cents an hour. But the real benefits of being here can't be quantified.