-=Ed's heading back to Solve, grumbling as he's dragging about a dozen different snap traps, snares, and other things meant to maim and imprison ( Read more... )

-=Ed's been out all day collecting apples. There are more than five huge crates by the house, and two of them are over flowing. And Ed's dragging another tarp over to the third crate, huffing and dragging and finally he drops it. This is going to happen all week, so Ed is going to be more than a little scarce ( Read more... )

-=Ed's in the barn with the PCD propped up on the shelf. He's hard at work brushing and cleaning the dust off the pink cow that's happily swishing her tail. He then turns to start cleaning out her hooves and trimming them ( Read more... )

[[Sorry for the post spammage, guys. I think Ed muse will be satisfied now that this block of plot/drama is done for a while.]]-=Ed's walking from the Squid Lake with an odd look on his face. It's not quite contentment. It's not happiness, either. If closure had an expression, this would be probably be it ( Read more... )

-=It's hard to say when Edward's become the 'man of the house.' Right now he's outside bundled up as best as he could be while he's adjusting the positioning of the two solar water troughs for the cows. Both Marge and Pinky are outside with hay, both with halters on their heads ( Read more... )

-=There's the crunching of footsteps on gravel and dirt as the PCD is placed on something so that it faces the porch. Said porch is in a sad state, looking as if wood on one side collapsed in on itself and splintered planks were jutting up in several different directions ( Read more... )