Farm Life?

 Farm Life?

 

Stephen assures me that losing some critters for one reason or another is just part of trying to have critters at all. THOUGHT he sent seven eggs over here some nearly three weeks ago, but it might have been only six. Two did not hatch at all; one little baby in bright yellow had something wrong with her backside and died. Three little black and whitish yellow are spry and hopping around inside the coop with the hen. So very precious! Will leave them inside that enclosure for a week at least before putting them in a larger enclosure. They can’t be mixed with the grown hens for a few months. First the hens have to be able to see them so they won’t kill them. Weird, huh. Have one other space that they can be moved if another hen becomes broody and wants to set. Stephen said he would like to raise some from his hens, but he does not have anyplace to separate them. It really does matter.

 

Sterling has about five more little rocking chairs put together and painted. Then he went to town and got some John Deere yellow plus some primer for underneath the yellow. Looking forward to seeing these! The little red one was just precious. Can imagine that mothers will be putting stickers and things on them, but he has done a good job of sanding everything before painting so that nothing rough will hurt anyone’s little child. Wish that talent had drifted to my side of the family. Sigh

 

Had the rest of the chicken and rice soup for supper. Still have plenty of chicken left. Now to decide what to do with it. Cooked the sausage yesterday and put it in Ziplocks and into the freezer. Honestly, unless the electricity goes out for an extended period of time, the dogs and the old woman should be well fed. The chicken salad made yesterday was not all that great for some reason. Maybe just too much of it. Brunch and din-upper, ya know.

 

Broke down some Amazon boxes today and stuffed them in the trash bin. One held the new “unscented” shampoo bar. Glad it was unscented. Not a bad odor, but even the box smelled good!

 

Walked down to the end of the east lot to pick up pieces of white stuff out of the fence. Not sure where it came from, but something tends to accumulate in the fence every time we get a bad wind. Not sure exactly what a “good” wind might be, but at least once in a while—mostly in the summer—the wind feels good. Not like the wind we had in the tornado of ’79. The trees were all festooned with sheet metal, car doors, barbed wire, electrical wires, and that horrible pink insulation. That was a terrible wind. Praise God we have not had one that bad since. Jennifer sent me pictures of the one that hit their offices down in Kennedale one year. It took weeks for them to have everything put back together. The new part of the building has an entire room for a storm shelter now. It is built to protect anyone from everything from thrown trucks to cannon balls!

 

Did a little proofreading today. Had forgotten how much enjoyment it could provide. NOT that the topic is all that soothing. Imagine trying to delineate the type of “leaders” who might instill confidence in folks about a virus that had not been seen before! Can only think of one person who actually considered himself an “expert” on the subject, and if anyone believed him, well, guess it is better to just not say anything.

 

Seems several folks among my acquaintance have had some kind of stomach bug or just general all around “feel bads.” Let us hope that everyone gets back to smiling and feeling like the ornery folks that we normally are. Let us pray for this poor old world and its inhabitants. May God give us peace.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.