Chicken Fried Brainwaves.

 Chicken Fried Brainwaves.

 

Yes, some of us are just a little warped about certain subjects: horses, dogs, chickens, cats, birds, flowers, and maybe other species of fin or fowl. Love watching wild birds generally, and enjoy having flowers and bushes growing into beautiful mounds of blossoms. But right now, even though it feels too cool outside to be messing around in the flower beds, my little feeble brain is concentrated on these silly little chickens. Have decided to clear out the green house side of the coops where a nice chicken coop is built in for babies. Then the floor can be raked and turned up a bit so the soil will cover some seeds. May plant both wheat and oats for new grass for the critters to eat when they are big enough to go in there without a heater. Right now, the first batch of baby chicks must be about a week old because they are already stretching their wings and trying to fly. One hopped up on the flat-screen heater this afternoon. That means draping something over the top of the tub to be sure they don’t get out and run all over the bathroom! Oh boy! Think some lace curtains saved up will work well enough. (Michelle Malay will find that funny!)

 

Stephen is supposed to come pick up the two roosters from Jolene’s little family tonight after they go up in their coop. He will also be taking four hens home with him as well. Right this red-hot minute, another Coo Coo Maran is broody and one Copper Maran is molting, so that makes two not laying. Oh well. Still getting a few eggs from the Marans and the four that will leave tonight. Won’t have as many eggs to give away for a few months. Or as many hens to feed.

 

Have invited a few extra people to read this blog, so you may see Clint and Sandy Robertson, GaryWade Smith, or others joining the group. Have not laid any real ground rules for those folks because they are kind people who are not the sort to use “fowl” language or try to change your affiliation to either church or political party. And though some of them may be great photographers and enjoy poetry, doubt that any of them will be any more appealing than some of the things that Keith Mattson posts. Most of us know that if we don’t want to read or listen, we don’t have to do so. And if any of you get really tired of hearing about my dogs, the Texas weather, my chickens, or the wind, well, you know what you can ignore. You are welcome to brag about your grandchildren, dogs, cats, or fire ants!

 

Sutherland’s has soil on sale next Friday, so guess who is going to go over there and load up. Need to throw some sacks around the bottom of the hen house, over the water pipes in the back flower bed, and in the beds next to the house. Got a 50 lb sack of potting soil at the Farm Store on 281 the other day. Have ten planting bags (a special bag just for plants) for use in planting flowers or veggies, so now will have to get some seeds for veggies if tomatoes or cucumbers are still on my brain when the wind stops blowing so hard.

 

Have been reading about people who are building their own “tiny” houses. Sterling built a cabin for his place in Arkansas when he and Jacqui decided they had had enough of the camper. Think he bought a framed building and had it brought in and placed on the foundation over his plumbing. It really wasn’t very tiny in my estimation, but it certainly was not as big as the place where he currently lives. Two bedrooms, a decent kitchen, bath and a half, and some storage space are pretty essential in my estimation. But then, the price of building it one’s self as opposed to buying something already made is totally mind boggling. Sterling has the ability to do stuff like that. Some folks are just talented. Lewis could do so many things, but he would not have wanted to start from scratch! Hello! They have horse trailers out there that would make a good tiny home!

 

Need to sit down and figure out how to protest the amount that the tax assessor put on a 50x90 lot next to my home. Can’t figure out why it would suddenly be worth three times as much as its purchase price. Now to read all that fine print! Sigh

 

Haven’t looked at the news lately, so maybe we still live in the USA or something along those lines. Don’t think they have taken the flags down across the street, so maybe we are still using the same ones for nation and state. Honestly wonder about this country at times. Do believe that the teenagers who murdered that woman by throwing a rock through her car window deserve to spend the rest of their life in prison. But who knows what our justice system will do to them. Maybe outlaw big rocks?

 

Remember to look for reasons to be grateful for life and love. You know where blessings come from and why you can appreciate the love and forgiveness.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.