With an unexpected morning free, Seamus and I scooped the poop. He was unstoppable, motoring along with his kid-sized wheelbarrow right alongside mine.
We fed the chickens some old pumpkins. Yum - if you are a chicken...
Seamus got stuck playing in the hayloft of the Charlie's barn. Luckily I was there to help him out!
It turns out that Seamus can yield a pitchfork like nobody's business. Mama's little helper, indeed.
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