Quick Chicks!

 Quick Chicks!

 

Sat down inside the chicks’ coop to watch them for a bit and decided they needed some alfalfa to nibble on. Went to throw some on the floor and two of the little twits took off behind me. They got as far as the center coop before the big door could be shut, so then it was a matter of shooing them back inside their coop. May have to make a little “run” out of the green house part so that they can slowly transition to grass and beyond, but that should probably wait a couple of weeks. They are getting big now and some look to be heavier than the others. The naked neck Turkins are still just ugly. The little Wellborns still look more like sparrows or large quail than chickens. And, of course, the Blue Austrolorps are still the prettiest. Looking at them now and wondering what they will look like later is like a roulette game—not much telling how things will turn out.

 

Have done laundry ‘til the world looked level today. Changed the sheets on my bed and washed the bedspreads as well. Then did rugs and dog blankets. It’s about time to put those things away for the summer. Thompson has a tendency to get cold when the AC is on, but he can move to a different dog bed if all else fails. Got the floors in the bedroom and bathroom cleaned and all the dust bunnies strangled and disposed of. Amazing how those things proliferate!

 

Terry Speegle got their old home place mown and cleaned up somewhat today. Was beginning to wonder about it and if he had given up on it. Seems it is in his aunt’s name, but he tries to keep it cleaned up. Have seen a couple of strange people going in there over the past month, so the doors may not be locked any longer or something. Guess it is not a problem that concerns me.

 

Number one child had his birthday today and sent pictures of the biscuit cutters his oldest got for him. He also had a new knife to either carry or put in his new display case. Know Daddy liked knives and things along that line, but who knew this grandson would like them, too.

 

It's tried off and on today to actually rain. We at least got some thunder. Knew that when the dogs started getting extra restless. Never did amount to much more than a cool, moist breeze, but that is not something to gripe about. You know those hot days are on the way. It IS Texas.

 

Was about to have a couple of slices of toast this morning, but Dave’s Killer Bread had molded. ARG! The hens got the part that was not bad. Ran up to the new United and got some bread—Dave’s, of course—and a package of English muffins. Just sounded good with apple butter. SO happy to have this store so close and convenient. It was busy, busy, but that will slack off eventually when the new has worn off. Meanwhile, they have Bluebell ice cream on sale two for 8.88. Can’t pass that up!

 

Called Gerald Talley today because Barry Ice said Anne’s grave needed dirt hauled in. Gerald said to call the funeral home about it and they should arrange to take care of it. But that will have to wait until Tuesday. Meanwhile, Lesli will have to find the paperwork for when the stone was bought and have the company come carve out the death date on the stone for Anne. Lesli just needed one more thing to do. Seems like there is always something to take care of even a year or so later. At least her house is sold and that is not a problem.

 

Planted lavender in the front flower bed along the porch the other day. It seems to be taking root and coming up good. Will have to remember to water every week for a bit. Also, will have to get the poppy seeds gathered from the poppies in the walkway. Have been stepping over them carefully for quite some time now. Won’t know how to walk down it for a while.

 

A conversation today made me want to say: put a smile in your voice. Smile in your head even if your heart says ouch. It is so easy to NOT be happy or not feel any encouragement, so it is up to us to work on it. No one can “fix” us except the person we are. Let’s try to remember that our attitude spreads to others, but first we have to spread it to our own minds. No matter what kind of hen house residue you step in, what you do with that stuff makes a difference in the long run. Deep stuff takes a shovel; the rest is just fertilizer. You can be about as happy as you choose to be.

 

Let us rest our concerns and worries with our Father. He can take care of all our worries.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.