Thawed Out!

 Thawed Out!

 

A bit of snow lines the side lots and the front yard, but it is so much nicer not to have to consider the ice now. Cleared off the dressed stone sidewalk out to the first hen coop. It is darker in there unless my eyes get used to it for a few minutes, but it obviously does not bother the hens. Right now they are out in the east side lot looking for whatever it is that they scratch out of the ground. Happy hens.

 

The ground feels mushy, so am hoping that the water has soaked in good enough to feed the grass roots. Maybe the wheat farmers will have a crop this year despite the late moisture.

 

Watched a murmuration of black birds a bit ago. We had oodles of them in the fall, but right now they are less abundant. Just not much out there for them to eat right now. The doves, blackbirds, and sparrows managed to get inside the hen house through the long coop, but they did not get into the chicken mash. The scratch in the little coop is just about enough to make it for another couple of weeks. Have not decided whether or not to buy more for the hens or just make them eat the mash. Scratch tends to make them have more body heat, so they may need that for one more month at least. March can be pretty cold sometimes.

 

Saw a post about the little boy who fell down into the well and died. So very sad. It reminded me just a bit about the little girl named Jessica who fell down a well here in Texas years ago. Our entire state was praying for that child. Guess it was true for this child as well. Sometimes it makes sense that wells aren’t plugged right away, but we never know when someone will come across one here in Texas—well, anywhere in the U.S. Mines, wells, deep gorges, and assorted chasms happen just about anywhere. Think West Virginia still has mines that have been burning for years because it is too difficult to either flood them or otherwise put out the fires. This world needs more men like Red Adair who could put out just about any kind of fire in a well. Many a “water” well turned out to be something other than water—poison gases included. Think my nephew used to work for Schullemberger when he lived in East Texas and had to plug poison gas wells. At least the little boy’s death did not cause other folks to die.

 

Some of the news that has made it to my awareness includes officers being shot, a guy getting out of his car at the local Walmart on Lawrence and shooting at the officers, a crossing guard saving a child’s life while the officer was struck by a car, and any number of other situations that make me shake my head in despair. Honestly think this world has gone to a new level of insanity. Would much rather sit here at the window and watch the pelicans circle over the house before they settle on the lake. Each life is important in this world. Wish that we could each hold out a prayer for those like Mariellen Rose, Kathy Jarlsberg, and anyone else who has been affected by cancer, covid, rheumatoid arthritis, or any number of maladies infesting our world. May God give us healing and peace of mind.

 

Until you get your next weather report from the old woman on Dickerson Hill, rest and touch the earth with your hands and heart. You are loved.