Wednesday, December 13, 2023

Becoming a Handy "Person."

 

Becoming a Handy “Person.”

 

This morning the stapler that works on air from the compressor was actually used without any additional barnyard language being employed! Did, however, use maybe one word when hammering a piece of siding onto the backend of the long coop. Only dropped the roofing nail three times after hitting my thumb though. Getting better at hitting things—other than my thumbs or fingers! Anyway, the coop doors are now covered in heavy plastic to keep it warmer and drier inside the coops while still allowing light inside. The metal front coop has doors that are covered in sheet metal and can be closed in really bad weather, but the middle coop only has the wire door to keep out critters. When it snowed up to our backsides in 2021, Jerry Hobbs came over and dug the doors out and a path to the coops for me. We will see what happens this winter. Still need to run an extension cord to the metal coop so the heated water bowl can be used in there. Maybe tomorrow.

 

Found a tiny—less than nickel sized—egg in one of the nests. My guess is that the black Marans are about ready to stop laying entirely. Will just keep on feeding them until they die a natural death. They deserve to be treated well. All animals fit those criteria in my opinion. It would not do for me to have any other kinds of livestock. Thought about getting a couple of lambs last year, but changed my mind. We never can count on having grass with the periodic droughts in this part of the world. And hay is very expensive—not to mention the other kinds of feed and medications needed by sheep. No, the hens and the dogs are about all the expense an old woman needs.

 

Had some fun last night. Did not do it exactly the way it was done last time, but used Amazon to get into the Nuts.com pages to order a special bunch of goodies for the latest graduate from college. Reece graduates this Friday from UTA (Arlington). The video link to the ceremony is as close as the old woman will get, but it does not mean that it is not important to me. Just don’t go anywhere unless absolutely necessary. Riding in a car or truck—either one—hurts after about 20 to 30 minutes. Go figure. Maybe a tractor would be better! LOL Saw some things on FB the other day that showed guys doing hot rodding with tractors. Bet that would be some really funny races! Sounds like something that Reece would enjoy!

 

Read a bit about the situation in Israel this morning. Honestly, it amazes me that anyone in this entire world has the self-righteous belief that any other nation has the right to tell Israel what to do. Not one—not the U.S. for sure—has a perfect record of treating others with compassion, much less giving others land to themselves. Just ask the American Indians!! Israel will be the nation that has to deal with Gaza as long as the land exists. Unless they can move the Mediterranean Sea completely, those people will be there. May God bless Israel, its soldiers, its leaders, and its future.

 

So, have any of you used the “air fryers”? Wondering if it would be worth having one or not. Saw that they require a filter or some kind of material for easier cleaning. Are they a mess or what are the advantages? Hardly ever fry anything around here. Broil, bake, or stew is the common connection with most of the food here. And can just any kind of food be used in one of those things? Well, obviously not salads.

 

We have so much for which to be grateful, but right now our attention might need to be in prayers for the border guards along the edges of Texas. Grandnephew George is down there trying to keep the peace, and my prayers are with all the young folks down there doing the jobs that have to be done to prevent anarchy. We can be sure that the Federal government is not doing even one thing to prevent this invasion of pedophiles, drug runners, assorted terrorists, and criminals. And that does not even count the diseases brought into our country! Let us ask God for protection and prevention of lawlessness.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.

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