Jun 1, 2018
@downtofarm
Georgia hummed, checking her watch briefly before she bounced down the trail to the Wright Farm. She had a few things to hand off to him, and she could use her work time to catch up.
“Pete!!” she called loudly, the basket on her arm slipping when she brought her cupped hands to her mouth in an attempt to amplify her already loud voice. “Where are ya! I have a delivery!”
She waited for a total of four and a half seconds (give or take. She counted quickly) before she went to check in one of the coops. She crouched, greeting one of the chickens with a warm smile. “Hello, wonderful~ Ain’t you the cutest lil thing,” she cooed. “I guess your papa ain’t keepin’ a good eye on you, huh?”
