|"Ichabod Crane," one of our April Fool's visitors, guarding our walk|
during the period of the flock's five year sojourn in our garage, c. 2006
That is, until today, when my friend presented me with a huge bag of bagels and cream cheese, straight from Zabar’s in New York City. No flies, no bloodied bodies. And nothing could have surprised (and delighted) me more.