This afternoon, we all headed up to the DMV. Phil's third (fourth?) time to try and get licenses and registration. He has poured over the law and the code, and thinks he has figured out a way, legally, to allow us to register despite having no address.
This time, though, inexplicably, they required birth certificate and passport, which they hadn't needed the previous two times. We couldn't supply them, so we left. Third time wasn't the charm.
I hate anything that feels counter-productive. And while I realize that dealing with the DMV is a requirement to living and driving, and, therefore, non-negotiable, the loss of man-hours (the loss of time, and, therefore, life!) just about puts me over the edge.
I know it is worse in third world countries, where missionaries sometimes go to the post office for days to pick up a package; I cannot imagine being one of them. If I am ever called to Nepal or some such country, I will go, but I will plan for ulcers!
In happier news, barn hen now has six chicks, with a seventh breaking out. She is much more mild-mannered than the previous hen, so we picked up her surrogate chicks and loved on them.
Isaiah is holding a chick from the first batch, now a little over three weeks old, and a 24-hour chick. Those birds grow so quickly!
Jadon also noticed, around noon, a wet head poking out from under tote hen. Her dozen are hatching, too, though that single glimpse is all we saw today.
The sheep have grazed our apple orchard sufficiently, so we moved them across the driveway to the cherry orchard (the pigs are not moving quickly enough for our needs).
While Phil set up fencing, he had the younger boys block the way for the sheep. Little Joe really got into the part. He'd put up his little arms and growl. Then laugh. Honestly, they weren't very effective, but that's okay.
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