Midnight Chicken Raid!
Last night the last four of the Black-laced Wyandottes left
the premises. The youngsters in the little coop near the deck got spooked and
would not go back inside, so we gave that up as a lost cause. Woke up around three
trying to think what could hold them and how to go about transferring them to
Stephen’s place. Finally, at 4:30 a “container” came to mind—the clothes
hamper! Went out and caught them in the upper part of their coop one at a time,
clipped one wing, and dropped each chicken in the hamper. Had to hold down the
lid because these are some wild and wooly chickens! Got them all in there, but feared
for the police to show up because they each sounded as if they were being killed
in some terribly drastic manner! Used painter’s tape to keep the lid closed,
and then lay the hamper vented side up on the deep freeze. Right now, they are
in there bonking around inside the hamper as if they might be digging out of
jail! Have to wait until someone is awake over at Stephen’s place to take them
over.
The Coo Coo Maran that has gone broody is now in the coop
where the chicks were hatched. She doesn’t get to sit on any eggs today or
until she changes her attitude and starts laying her own. So there! Think
enough chickens have made this their home for now.
Coffee is made, so maybe this day might get off to a decent
start. Have to vacuum and mop some today to catch up with the muddy messes that
have been made the last few days. Not griping, however. We really needed that
rain.
Planted some seeds that came from China—unlabeled. Have no
idea what they were, but here’s hoping they were petunia seeds. The little
plastic Ziplocs reminded me of some kind of “drug” bust evidence. Threw them in
the trash as soon as the seeds were dumped. What with all the screaming chickens
last night and then these little plastic bags, would not want any officers to
ask me about what’s going on up here on this hill.
Number One son suggested a neat birthday present for
Sterling—a can of 2-in-1 oil. It made me laugh after Sterling wondering where
the grease insert was for his new mechanical knee. He told me the other day
that the fella in rehab told him that he could not “hurt” that new knee and
just needed to really work it. After all, he was “only” dealing with pain! So
glad my daughter did not tell me, “It’s only pain, Mom.” Simply can’t imagine.
Emptied out the buckets and stuff from the green house side
of the coops a bit ago. The cinder blocks were the only things that nearly got
me. Those suckers are heavy. Lifted them just enough to put them in the little
two-wheeled wagon thing and dumped them alongside the coop. May put some
potting soil in there and plant dill or marigolds or both. Would love to be
able to have flowers all the way across the front of the coops. Some of those
flowers are the kind they recommend to put in the nests for hens. The more it
is considered, the more the idea appeals to me!
Jennifer told me today that her husband Gary is still
having a load of trouble with the Crohn’s or whatever this is that is making
him so weak and hardly able to get enough oxygen. It occurred to me that all
the kids have had that stupid virus this past year. Wondering if that has affected
him with blood clots or something. So far, the doctors have not been able to
pinpoint the exact cause of blood loss and low blood pressure. Dadgumitall!
Want my kids to be healthy and happy. Please say a little prayer for him and
his family.
Have not looked at any news today, but can guess that
nothing much has changed in our world view. South Korea and China are going to
bump heads and exchange heated words or worse. Sudan is going to dry up and blow
away or blow up—either way, the folks trying to live there have no chance of
living in peace, much less plenty.
Let us pray for peace. We are so blessed despite the number
of shootings and irresponsible people who drive like idiots. Each of us must
take responsibility for our own actions and thoughts. God will forgive those
who are repentant but we still have to live with the results of our actions.
Rest well, my friends. You are loved.
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