Checking Up on the Mischief Makers!
Finally got in touch with BR in Paducah. She took public
transportation to a hospital in Amarillo to have some surgery and came home the
same way! She was not allowed to have anything to eat for 24 hours, so on the
way home, despite being given some coke and crackers, she dry-heaved and
thought she might toss her toenails. The driver said that if Billye Ruth
started that, she would have her for company in that little exercise as she had
a weak stomach. BR assured her that she had a barf bag big enough for both of
them. Gracious! Anyway, glad to know that my friend is back at home and loving
on her chickens. She had back surgery that involved implanting some kind of
electronic pain prevention. But they did not really put it under the skin
totally, so if it works, she has to go back and let them do it again with the
understanding that the electronic part will be inside. As it is, she can only
take spit baths until they make up their minds to get this done completely. Did
not sound like any fun whatsoever!
Telling BR to behave herself is about like Jennifer
scolding me about messing around with the zero-turn mower. Had to try to start
it today and then charge the battery. Just needed to move it over closer to the
outside hose to clean all the bird boo boo off of it. Have no intention of
tackling the mowing. Have enough work here to keep the twins busy all day
tomorrow. Yours truly pulled a few hands full of weeds, but that is not going
to happen on a regular basis until after July. By that time, the weeds will
either have gone away or have taken the yard!
Put my broody hen in the section where the green house has
become a place to grow stuff. Would love to get Lance up here to work on it
just a bit, but know he has other things to do right now. They have been double
busy at work, and he is probably ready for some rest by the weekends.
Sitting here at my desk and looked up to see an oriole
looking inside the window at me. He did not stay, but it made me smile to think
one stopped by. A pair of wrens keep looking for a nesting place, but nothing
seems to suit them. Putting the bluebird box back up might not be the best
idea, but did it anyway. The wind was rocking it so hard that it looked as if it
might come flying down to the porch. Just keep hoping because in my lifetime,
never have seen a bluebird in this area.
Sterling keeps hoping the allergy coughs and other pollen
related problems will cease pretty soon so he can schedule hernia surgery.
Really feel sorry for anyone having to have that done. And he is not a good
patient or good to be still for more than a few minutes. Guess he knows he will
have to try.
It's supposed to be hot starting tomorrow. Such fun. The
hens know to hide under the deck, so not going to worry about their happy tail
feathers. Will have to get the boys to wear sunscreen while they work here,
however. Don’t want to be responsible for the first sunburn of the year!
Thompson found a cat under an old body part of a truck down
next to the fence on the east end. He barked and really wanted to go under that
fence and get that critter, but my guess is that she—if it is a female—has kittens
under there. Wish it were possible to catch her and take her to PETS to have
her spade and then turned loose again. As it is, the dogs were quite excited to
hear a cat fight last night. Never a good thing!
Guess the old woman should go check on the battery charger
and mower. Let’s hope it is charged enough to go do its job. The oil level was
fine, but will need to put in some fresh gasoline just to be sure it has
enough. This place does not take long to mow, but the bumps—or foxholes—are awfully
rough on the rider. One good reason for the old woman to stay off that thing!
Let us pray for peace. It seems as if the folks in that one
city of the Ukraine are determined to resist down to the last bullet. May God
protect them and may the rest of the world pay attention to what it means to be
assaulted by bullies!
May you enjoy the spring and its growth and beauty. Rest
well, my friends. You are loved.
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