Green Grass and Scattered Hens.

 Green Grass and Scattered Hens.

 

Some of these hens have decided that the back yard and the side lots just simply won’t do for grazing because of the lack of green stuff. Therefore, seven silly hens scattered across the front yard this afternoon to let me know that they were on the prowl for better grass. Sigh. Guess a head of cabbage or two will be the next purchase since they all love the stuff. It’s not like grass is going to grow without rain. This is the same reason that farmers have to have good fences when the bar ditches are full of Johnson grass and the cows have no good stuff left in the pastures. Doesn’t matter how tight these fences are since the hens can fly! Now if they would just fly BACK inside the fence . . .

 

Took some eggs to the fence and handed them to my neighbor. She has four dogs to feed, but have no idea how she can keep that much dog kibble on hand. Even the “cheap” stuff is not cheap. Right now, it is difficult to find any kind of food that is really cheap. Can’t believe things are going to improve anytime in the near future either. The neighbor thinks we might have to learn to cook possum stew. Ick.

 

Still reading another Steve Higgs book. This series is so very good. No, the books are not based on any philosophy or earth-shaking opinions, but the scenarios have made this ol’ hen cackle several times lately. That kind of gut-bustin’ laughter tends to be good for a person in my estimation. The fact that the old man is beginning to understand when his dog is trying to tell him something pleases me. We have no way of using our senses the way dogs can do. And dogs that are taught from the time they are puppies to alert to certain smells is just a fantastic practice. It is always amazing to me that some service dogs can tell a person when different things are happening in their body—seizures, low or high blood sugar, low or high blood pressure and those sorts of things. Sylvia always knows when the old woman gets upset. She gets right in my face to get me to breathe right. That is pretty good for a dog that is as ADHD as the old woman is. But she can tell from my tone of voice if something is bothering me. Strange, huh.

 

Getting anywhere from 5 to 8 eggs per day now. Pretty soon the pullets should all be laying. May have more eggs than Carter had oats. Plenty of folks to give them to around here maybe. The pullet eggs are still small, but they are fresh. So far, all the eggs are brown or brown speckled. Not sure which hen is laying which egg, however. Guess it is not important, but kinda curious.

 

We may or may not get a shower this next week, but at least the forecast is for lower temps. Would love to have it get cooler and feel like making a pot of soup. Autumn used to be my favorite time of year. Anymore, every day is just a good day to be alive. It helps to be thankful for life and what it brings of God’s blessings. Our attitude makes a big difference in how our lives turn out. So, an attitude of gratitude is the best defense against sadness or grief. Let’s all try to appreciate what we have each day of life. Nothing except His love is guaranteed.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.