One Week. . .

Polly's babies were a week old Sunday night. They're eyes are open now, and I'm picking up one or two of them for a couple of minutes a day. They squeek pitifully when I do, though, and Polly comes running frantically when she hears them.
I"d like to have names for them; I guess I'll wait till the new owners commit themselves. . .
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