No Chickens Joyce Vance Aug 6 With apologies to those of you who’ve been looking for a little relief from the discouraging news that continues to come out of Washington, I have no chickens to offer. I’m still tucked up in the Maine woods, babysitting my grandcat Marty and doing the final pass of proofreading on my book, Giving Up is Unforgivable. It will be done by the end of the week, and I’m very excited about it. The chickens are in the capable hands of two of my kids, Ollie and Teddy, and I’m assured they’re doing fine. We’ll have pictures of them when I get home. But until then, I wanted to share my nightly companions this week, a family of turkeys (I assume this is a family?) that strolls through the woods every evening. I was advised by a local to keep my distance because “they’re velociraptors,” but they seem very nice. With that, I’m back to proofreading, so you’ll all be able to read the book soon! We’re in this together, Joyce