Some mornings, chores are easy and everyone's friendly. No one tries barreling you over to get to the food, all the waters are already topped off (thank you Justin!) and no one tries to escape.
Other mornings, you're rushing just a hair too fast in a nicer outfit (because you're already late) and something unusual and unexpected happens. Like you end up desperately chasing a one-winged guinea across the field after he escapes from his rehabilitation center. With heels on. And your dress in your hand. While trying to not run into the fence that he's desperately running towards. Yeah.
That may or may not have happened last week. Because of course. #farmlife