It's spring finally, and although the weather refuses to acknowledge this, other beings run on a tighter schedule. Four baby goats this week, six ducklings, FOURTEEN (or more *eep*) baby bunnies, with at least four baby goats, fourteen ducklings, and heaven only knows how many more chickens yet to come. What this means is that "indoors" is as foreign a concept just now as is "dry," "clean," or "sleep." I have, however, removed all visible non-human blood from my person. God I love soap. And babies.