The Iris Bed.

 The Iris Bed.

 

These pullets are not the least bit deterred by a fence. They take off and just fly to the top and then go off into the yard. SO, walked down to chop out some sticker weeds near the outside of the fence today and noticed that something had happened to the iris plants out front near the electric pole. It looked exactly as if some birds had been scratching away at the dead leaves and uncovering the bulbs. Well, duh. Of course, it was whichever pullet decided to go out and dig around on any given day! Oh well. Just went out and unlocked the gate and shooed another one inside. Crazy chickens. And crazy lady who keeps them and expects them to stay in the yard!

 

One of the pullets has decided she is my shadow. Feeling something fluffy touching my leg is nothing uncommon. Red likes to see where we are going and help me along the way. It’s a little scary when they all start coming at me from inside the coop. They crowd around my feet and want to know if anything is in my hands. Doesn’t take long to spoil a chicken, Dear Hearts!  Patty has some things for them to eat tomorrow. A trip down there means that the two little dogs get petted and messed with as much as an old woman can stand. Rudy just wants to be petted and touched a little bit. Not Roxie! She wants to be cuddled. She is a sweet critter.

 

Watching those two dogs has been an experience. Small dogs can’t have as much food as larger ones and have much more delicate stomachs, or so it seems. Roxie had been getting a little piece of heavy-duty treat about three times a week. Think it was messing up her digestion, so we talked about what Patty had been feeding them that was different. She looked up the different kinds of treats that were recommended or that were NOT recommended. The one Patty had just started giving them recently was one of the NOT recommended. So those will come home to my dogs tomorrow. Or the hens may get them!

 

The iris bed reminded me of a recent purchase of some flower bulbs. Unless we get some decent soaking rains, these bulbs may never have a chance to get in the ground—much less grow and bloom. Everything needs some good fertilizer (not just chicken poo) to do well, and then we have to have enough rain to fill the lakes. Would not want to feel guilty for watering flowers when the lakes barely have enough water to let our city drink. Well, another prayer tonight for rains for our part of the world. Then we can also ask for God’s mercy on the areas that are being flooded in different parts of the globe.

 

Remember to be grateful for the many blessings. Each day and night have their own virtues—morning light and evening rest.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.