Ahhh...well, Crimson and Hyzenthlay never made it out onto the seas last night. Those does down at Nuthanger had some sort of special concoction other than rum. They said it was made of deer's blood and they called it Jagermeister. I don't know about the blood, but it sure got us tipsy...We couldn't pull ourselves away from Rockband long enough to plunder. But the does are now resting in their cages at the farm and Hazel and I are hanging out on top of Watership Down taking in the warm rays of Frith.

Thanks all for the birthday wishes.