Summer and Caitlin got up to run their mile, as they are training for Civil Air Patrol.
Noah and I watched the very talented Bobcat driver tear up the street in front of our house, and put the concrete pieces in a VERY BIG truck.
Then, we all came in and started to make french toast for breakfast. As we were cracking the eggs, one had blood inside of it (Eeew!)
We opted not to eat it, and we moved it to a plate to check it out. Here is a picture of our dead baby chick that almost ended up in our french toast.
