Chicken o'Clock.

 Chicken o’Clock.

 

Each early morning around here, we know that it is chicken o’clock when the hens start carrying on and wanting out of the coops. They expect a hand out shortly thereafter, too. Sunflower seeds, wheat, or something tasty has to be forthcoming. And twice a day, Thompson has a particular way of telling the old woman that he is ready for some kibble to get a nice topping of meat for either breakfast or dinner. Just gibbled up a chunk of the toughest roast ever cooked around here. Glad that it was not going to be my last meal of the day. It might take me all evening to chew the stuff! It was not very expensive, but still!

 

Lance let me know earlier that he will be here early in the morning. SO glad. He can help me unload some more feed. It is taking such a short amount of time to go through the feed bins! Of course, the ducks, doves, and small birds are getting their share, but it is getting plum ridiculous! Bought a metal water can for the hens—well, two water cans actually. One hangs on the coop door and gives them about a pint of water inside the coop if they want it. The other one is about a gallon and a half and has a small rim around it so the hens can drink out of it, but the ducks can’t wade or otherwise make a sloshy mess of it. Maybe by the time all these hens have gone to glory, the old woman will have figured out how to manage the feed and water situation.

 

We had a little shower with wind earlier today. Not much telling what tomorrow will bring, but the pollen count is supposed to be way down. Hooray! Poor Patty has had a time just trying to breathe!

 

Well, the groceries are put away and the chicken quarters are in the roaster cooking. Have hurt like a champ today, so having the groceries delivered kept me from driving under the influence—not to mention that it took fewer steps for me to get everything put away. The young woman picked up the cases of water and slipped them right inside the door, too. SO helpful! And some honey roasted peanuts in a jar will be on the deep freeze for Lance tomorrow—“purchased” for free!

 

At times it seems to me that the old woman is pretty lazy or something, but then Patty reminded me that when we get older, we have to manage things smarter. Which does a person want to do: pay for delivery or crater a bit later for all the extra steps taken to get things done? Guess laziness is as good as it gets when a person can only handle so much in a day.

 

Sat down inside the flower bed out front and pulled up stork bill plants until the world looked level—filling up a bucket three times anyway. Two hens came out there to “help” me with the task. They just managed to level out some soil without tossing any plants. Who knew that hens were happy to help in the flower beds?

 

Sharon Dickerson’s son David is in rehab for the stroke he had this week. Not sure how long he will be there. Pray, please, that he will be healed and that Sharon will do well by herself with the critters (two dogs and a cat). She gets lost in that city so easily. She says the streets change names right in the middle of going somewhere. Sounds a lot like Wichita Falls where Midwestern Parkway suddenly becomes Call Field Road! Crazy!

 

A message from Mike Yonts, Tami’s husband, said that the doctors are trying to use some kind of sponge in her esophagus to help it heal. Can’t imagine. Let us continue to pray for her and for Mike. This has to be hard on both of them.

 

Jennifer posted about their three dogs this morning. Two got out of the yard and she and Gary had to go chase them down. Marty found a skunk and had to have a bath—while being a butt and getting away from them in the middle of the bath. Luna just came waltzing in as if she was just supposed to get out and lead the parade! Osiris was the one who told on the other two—naturally. Honestly, having dogs can be entertaining when one doesn’t have to chase them down or bathe them to remove skunk stink!

 

Jennifer posted that someone sent her flowers when Charolotte died (Reece’s cat). She still does not know who sent them. But that was so very sweet.

 

My neighbors should be home this Sunday after spending nearly a month in Japan! Ready to hear the stories! SO glad they had a good trip. Meanwhile, let’s hope their three cats readjust to home quickly after staying with Laisha’s mom all this time.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.