Hidden Nest?

 Hidden Nest?

 

Had thought the girls were falling down on the job and rather felt a bit peevish with them since their feed is so disastrously expensive, but this morning was checking on the water in the middle coop and discovered that the Marans had decided to nest in between two storage shelves that were filled with hay. Mind you, when they had been presented with those same shelves earlier, it was a no go for nesting. Well, seven eggs were in there this morning and two more this afternoon. And all of them were the ”chocolate color” from the Marans. No brownish eggs from the Black-laced Wyandottes. Of course, Athena has not laid in months now, and Rhoady is still getting her feathers back from molting. Anyway, more eggs to send home with Jennifer.

 

The dogs are back on the kind of feed that is cooked especially for them now. Today some sweet potatoes and ham was stirred up for tomorrow’s breakfast. Don’t want to give that stuff to them tonight. It might get pretty smelly in my bedroom, ya know. Sylvia must be part Bulldog or something. Not sure about Thompson’s gaseous problems, but he even has to leave the vicinity when she starts perfuming the area where they lie down on the couch. Patty says that her dogs can do that even though they are small. She told me the story about feeding her dogs by hand and Roxy eating a stupid tomato slice. One of their other dogs in the past asked for something, and Patty gave the dog an olive. The dog spit it out and rolled on it. Patty had to agree with the dog that olives smell like something to roll in.

 

My living room looks just a bit like a cotton gin. Pieces of cotton are/were all over the place and stuck to various pieces of furniture and on all the blankets the dogs use on the couch. One of those toys must have at least a yard of cotton stuffing inside—or it DID! It really does not bother me much at all. It is not like it is nasty or anything of that sort. Now when they slobber all over the pieces of arms, ears, or hats decorating the toys, it is a bit slimy! Oh well.

 

Yours truly woke up from a really weird dream at three a.m. and could not go back to sleep. Gave up, got up, took a shower, went to read some more of Steve Riggs’ funny mysteries. Love those stories and find myself laughing more easily than ever. They have grown on me. Sometimes the stories leave me tensed up and worried about some of the characters, but it nearly always turns out right in the end. He has an anger issue with his girlfriend’s former boss, but at least they know each other’s bad habits. And the cars that get torn up remind me of a James Bond show or maybe a Duke’s of Hazard fly-by-night driving stunt. Just funny. Bet these books would make wonderful movies.

 

Started to read some news on AOL this morning and told myself it did not pay to know what they were saying because it was probably a lie anyway. If honesty were gold, someone would put it on the market and call it mercury. It just keeps rolling off the table.

 

Still enjoying the Advent calendar that Carla Beard sent. It has all this beautiful stuff about the city of London, plus music, and funny games. Maybe Jennifer will enjoy it when she comes.

 

Here it is December and my hair has grown so long in front that it makes me want a haircut. Pulled it back with a stretch band this morning, but then it stood straight up as if it had been run through a car wash and whirled around. Guess it will be a while before Amber gets to whack it off again. Other people get haircuts, but that never bothers me. If fact, noticing haircuts or style changes just doesn’t happen with me. Unless something is bugging me, it never matters one way or the other. It isn’t that other people and their changes don’t matter to me, it is just never a point of notice. Shrugging my shoulders. Other people seem to notice stuff like that. Not me. Words are noticeable. In print. But not always spoken words. Kinda weird how some things affect some people and not others. Oh well. Jennifer’s friend Andrea Rice would probably have an educational term for that situation. She teaches students who can’t solve words as meaningful terms in print.

 

Think this is the last of the Blue Moon Paranormal Mysteries, so will get back to my Kindle. It should be warm weather for the next several days here in Texoma, so if you are in this part of the world, enjoy every day. We know what will come soon enough. Or not.

 

Let us remember to be kind to those we meet or to whom we speak. God’s love is shown through those He directs. Be easily steered in the right direction.

 

Rest and know: you are loved.