Feb19th

5am awake, fuck! I'll go outside and witness the sun rise, glorious and respl..no, it's pouring out. First shift of the day is chicken detail, releasing the wily beasts and capturing their unfertilized offspring, narrowly avoiding the cunningly laid offal traps these feathered crap machines produce in such abundance. After the cleaning chores, we wander off to explore Calvi, a beautiful hilltop medieval town 45 minutes down the road. Arrive there during siesta, thread our way through narrow overtly cobblestoned avenues and marvel at the sheer lack of humans. The rain drives us back home at a trot. Brittney the volunteer coordinator crouches in the lee of the laundry, girded with work detail that ought to keep us occupied till our apotheosis.