Night Birds!

 The birds are shut up in their respective coops. After having to check the premises for wandering birds, it was obvious that the Marans were not convinced that the Wyandottes were going to allow them to enter their own coop. Seriously thinking about shoving the Wyandottes into the old coop with the rest of the older hens and shutting the adjoining door between the new coop and old coop. That way the pullets can have more space and less bullying from the older hens. Will have to wait until it is dark, however, to do that. Just thinking at this point. Not too excited to go pulling them off their favorite roost. sigh

Not exactly a wonderful day, but not totally boring either. Dutch Henry posted something from one of the Congressmen who said that Biden's tax plan included an 80% tax upon social security. That way the government would get more of it than the old folks like me who need it in the first place. It must be interesting to be so filthy rich that caring about others becomes a matter of nonsense. Maybe if our members of Congress had to work like we did all our lives and did not have promises of free medical care and a super duper retirement, maybe then Congress would try to work on the problems that everyone else has dealt with for umpteen years. Term limits would just be a start to the answer of some problems. Trying not to get my blood pressure up when thinking about crud like this. 

The dogs and the old woman ate the roast beef today. It took all day, but we did a fine job. They had the tough portions and the well done parts. And they sniffed every bite twice whether it was mine or theirs! Funny critters.

Tired tonight. Have done nothing worth tiring anyone, but the fatigue remains. Achy and stiff as if the weather is about to do something. Don't think it is supposed to change all that much until the weekend--Sunday night. Guess my body barometer is keenly tuned or something. Or maybe the old body needs more exercise. Since the Hamburgs have moved to Paducah, the old woman is not getting as much exercise. Hope BR is getting eggs and is not having too much trouble with the city hens!

Have thought a few times about the little town where my family used to live. Everyone knew everyone, their kids, their dogs, and sometimes their cats. That was both a good thing and a bad thing depending on who was gossiping about whom. Don't think my parents took part in the gossip, but they certainly heard about it if Sterling was out playing hooky with one of his friends from school. Grandmother Pollard's friends knew Sterling by sight. And if you know anything about old women and their grapevine, you know that we could do nothing that wasn't talked about. Once, however, it was a very good thing. My friend Connie asked me to ride with her out to their "farm" outside of town. Her daddy was supposed to call Mom and let her know where we were going. But he did not. On the way out of town, suddenly a feeling came over me that something was wrong. We turned our horses around and rode hell bent for thunder back to town. It was pretty hard on Connie's little horse, but my big gelding had legs that scraped the clouds. He was not terrifically fast, but he could lope forever. Got into the driveway at the house and was met by Mother. She had half of Clay County out looking for me. Mrs. Moore had no idea that we had even been outside, much less riding out to their property. Talk about ticked off. Never got to go out there to ride with Connie after that. Mom did not trust the man. Ya just never know what is on someone's mind.

We had a good place to grow up out in Petrolia. No jobs, no really good places to mess around, but nothing that would necessarily hurt us if we used common sense. We could take our rifles and go plinkin' or go fishing or swimming. It was country. Yep, wish sometimes that more places were like that, but would not want to go back now for all the tea in China. It is a different world now. Maybe someday our world will be a better place for kids to grow up and for old folks to enjoy sitting out on the front porch watching the kids ride bikes by on the sidewalks or on the roads. Never can tell what the future will bring. But our lives are pretty much in God's hands. And that is about as close as we will ever get to being what we need to be--His children.

May rest be yours tonight and may you awake with joy. You are loved.