Ghastly!

 Ghastly!

 

Thompson asked to go outside. Yes, the old woman went as well just to check on to see if any eggs were out there boiling in the baskets. Just one. A hen was sitting in another nest. Poor girl. The gauge on the deck showed about 117, but the gauges in the house showed 113 out front and 105.4 on top of the house on the west end. Any way one looks at it, the temperature is simply ghastly!

 

This must be a good day for doing just small tasks and being still while staying mostly inside. Early this morning, a trip to the feed store brought two 50 lb. bags of lay mash back to the house. Have those already put into two separate bins—one in the workshop and one in the middle roost room for the pullets. The sacks fall into the little trailer from the truck bed to be hauled to their places, but they still have to be maneuvered somewhat before they can be totally emptied. That means opening them in the upright position and dipping out about 20 pounds of feed before lifting the sack and dumping the rest into the bin. Such fun.

 

The hens got the out-of-date milk, some cottage cheese, and some peach yogurt in a pan when the old woman began cleaning out the ice box. [If you don’t recognize that term—Ice box, just ask.] Anyway, the shelves needed to be wiped down, so that happened. Small task, but so very necessary every so often.

 

Blake, the young man who mows, came with his weed eater and cleaned the grass off the dressed stone sidewalk out back that leads to the workshop. Now a certain person needs to pour either extra strong white vinegar or some stuff called Graze-on down on top of those stones to dissuade the grass from returning. Let’s hope something works. Can’t put salt down there because of the chickens. Blake also removed the big limb from my yard. That tree looks weird all the time, but the loss of a top limb makes it look lopsided. Oh well.

 

Just went out to close up the coops. Fourteen sweet pullets were in the middle coop, and one pullet was in the front coop with the six laying hens. Have no idea why that one pullet has chosen to make herself at home with the “big girls.” Still need to make an extra effort to put up a better roost in the middle coop. Have a feeling the pullets would be happy to lay their eggs in the long run where they finished growing up. We will see. Stephen said all the roosters were doing well in a box stall with a fan on them.

 

Thompson did not go out with me to fasten up the chicks. Think he has decided to moderate just what kind of trips outside he will make. Sterling tells me that it is not the AGE that makes the difference in old men or dogs, but the MILEAGE. That makes sense. Thompson has always run from one end of the yard to the other and then to the end of the east lot to the far west corner. That is a lot of mileage in dog steps, too!

 

FOX news had a couple of videos of President Biden. The man is 80 years old and really shows it in both his actions and in his speech. Kinda sad. Thinking of one “ruler” of a kingdom who ended up going bonkers and eating grass for years. At least we haven’t had that happen yet.

Tonight, let’s remember to pray for those traveling, those staying at home, those who have lost their homes in floods, fires, and other types of disasters. May God bless those who need healing of any type. Let us pray for forgiveness as a nation and as individuals who need to recognize and appreciate God’s blessings.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.