Trying To Be Prepared.

 Trying To Be Prepared.

 

Yesterday the hen and chicks were moved to a pen inside the main coop. This was one that Jerry built for me, and he reminded me that when and if the doors were removed, they had to go back exactly on the same places where they were removed. He put the hinges on so that the doors opened toward the top instead of on the sides. Not exactly convenient, but eventually the old woman will get more hinges and screws to fit and put them on the sides.  Yes, the ones on top could be used, but it would require the door to be off for a bit while they were being changed out. Right now, do not want to move the chicks around again. They have the flat heater in there along with their feed, grit, and a nipple water bottle. The hen has what she needs as well. Thought about making nests up higher on the other side of the coop, but simply did not have the energy to do that kind of thing today. Maybe later when the weather gets warmer.

 

My friend John R came today and brought me the treats that his old big dog used to eat. So sad when our loving old critters die. He came inside and laughed to see Thompson go over to the box of Milk Bone treats that sits over in the corner. Neither dog eats more than two when they just sit open like that, but it keeps me from having to get up and give them the same number. Silly dogs.

 

John’s wife is having knee surgery this next Tuesday. He will have to clean up after and feed their two horses while she is recuperating. Wish it were possible for me to be of help, but shoveling horse stuff is pretty much out of my ballpark right now. And don’t really know anyone who is reliable who could do it for them. John has ankle surgery scheduled for March, too. Don’t know how this is going to work out for them. Honestly, the older we get, the more complicated things get.

 

Really dread cold, icy weather. Have pretty well worked it out so that the hens can stay in the coop for at least two or three days without being released or needing more water or feed. They may get bored as anything, but nothing can be done about that. Forgot to get a head of cabbage the last time groceries were delivered. That usually keeps them busy for a bit. Guess the big butternut squash could be baked and shared with them. Takes quite a while for one old woman to eat an entire squash even putting parts of it in Ziplocks and freezing it. And no, the dogs are not happy to help eat that particular veggie. Oh well.

 

Trying to remember to take the vitamins and stuff to get through this latest little front. Seldom ever go around anyone, so there’s that. As long as the internet keeps me supplied with books to download, the old woman should be in pretty good shape. Well, until it is time to go pick up feed again. Sigh. Wonder if hens would eat black beans. Might have a mighty explosion out in that coop!

 

Have nothing funny or enlightening to share with anyone right now. Knowing that others have the same resentment toward cold weather doesn’t help any of us very much. Guess we will just have to live with these barometer joints and go on about our ratkillin’. May God give us patience and the grace to watch our thoughts.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.