Well, the thieves hit us again, this time making off with my chainsaw and the projects weedeater. Very discouraging.
In more happy news, Brooke and Susan found the trail down to the ocean on their afternoon off.
I planted a few more pidgeon peas, decanted leftover biodiesel out of the dead rabbit, checked the fluids in the running cars, an d changed the gear oil in the 8N.
Sheesh. Of course, the locked gate didn't stop the thieves, but I guess we could have been more security concsious. Apparently the likeliest suspect is called Bobo, if you can believe that, and the rumour is that the cops are his friends.