Hammered Shtuff!

Hammered Shtuff!

 

This has already been the day after of something or other. Got the east lots mown last night (well, late afternoon) before the night actually happened. Still need to weed eat, but the energy is definitely not there to do much today. Not sure if it was the results of riding that wild mower or just not getting enough exercise, but felt really yucky this morning. A little better now, or at least the attitude has improved.

 

Just let the first nine chicks out inside their enclosure. One actually fell out of the little coop before they all started either falling out or going over the lip of the coop. Only one actually had the sense to go down the ladder onto the floor. We will see if they do better later. They need some time to explore. Put a little feed on the ladder, but did not put out extra water. Guess they are big enough now to handle a large container of water on the floor. Little ones are so dumb that they tend to drown if allowed to be near a larger container. Guess that is why they need a chicken Momma.

 

Here it is nearly five in the afternoon and have checked the chicks again. They were ALL back inside the little coop as if they thought they had to stay there. Oh well. They got the chance to be out and get some real dirt grit and any grass they could nibble on. Think instead of getting another coop, will just have Stephen put a new roof on the middle coop and have a screened part put on the shelf in the back of the coop. Have to see if he can do this first.

 

The dogs have been quite unsettled today for some reason. Not sure it is any different from the normal, but it certainly seems to be. Maybe the old woman is just more easily disturbed today or something. Sterling could hardly stand it when my dogs both jumped up and started having hissy fits about what was going on outside. He said he would definitely not put up with that if they were HIS dogs. Laughing to myself.

 

Have been reminding myself that things that can bother us on one particular day, may not even make a dent in the overall construction in our lives. So many mothers have lost children of all ages and in all circumstances. And somehow, no one mentions how the losses affect fathers. Lewis was a very strong man—not just physically, but spiritually. But he was first to tell me that he was by my side. Realize now that he hurt as much for me as he did from the loss. Can’t change the past or predict much of the future, but we can accept that the love we have been given is only a small portion now compared to what flows around us every day. God has given us so very much. We can rejoice for other families and their lives. Have some young folks as neighbors. Love the fact that they have three boys who are going to be great men. But their parents walk in the way that God would have us all walk—with awareness of the blessings He gives.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.