So I took a break from studying Friday afternoon to relax in the garden. When out of the blue I heard "kimi modis... Kim Come!" The little chicks that we bought at the bazaar a few weeks ago had gotten out of the coop. (Forgot if I mentioned that I helped build the coop,... Fun). So babea (Grama) and I swatted them all with their handmade brooms, and got them back in the coop. The. Babea proceeds to pluck their wing feathers, right there while they are jumping around, so they can't 'fly the coop', by 'clipping their wings!' Here are some pictures of the incredible rose gardens, babea with her granddaughter, and the wayward chicks.
My host family's rose garden, and the chickens that flew the coop. Babea with her granddaughter, home from MBA classes in accounting in the Capitol.
