A few days before we flew the Sacramento coop, we had delightful help from neighbors and ward members who came to our house to watch the kids while we packed. While putting the finishing packing touches on my office, I got a call of distress and laughter from Mary, who informed me that Esther had thrown herself into one of our bushes and wouldn't come out. I don't remember the exact impetus, but I'm sure it was the overwhelming moving trauma. I had to get my camera. Darn! They uploaded in reverse order. Oh well.
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