the 'how it started - how it's going' thread.
Well, after a long year of being sick, my husband passed away, a couple weeks shy of his 61st (which I had told him we would be celebrating, as he had fallen sick before his 60th)
So my first full year of egg production was largely for naught, as I had planned on 3 people eating when I bought the chicks and everybody was well.
I am considering to give a couple of the birds away to a young friend. and then maybe to a coop with him when it comes to getting new chicks.
I know I sound a little cold, but the emotions are running hot and cold. My husband is at ease now. It is just us dealing with it now.
So, I am dealing with officials, red tape, government (yeah, they think that you don't need money when your spouse dies and book every dang cent back yesterday and take their time giving back 'your share' of it.
Into this lean spell, my mother-in-law (MIL) needed help to sit with her old aunt (another family drama right there that could fill volumes)
I ended up spending 12 nights at the old lady's home, for 15 hours, and received $500 (I basically had to beg for to pay bills like internet and car insurance)
I love Aunty. She is one of a kind.
Alas, MIL.....I hope she knows Yeshua Ben Yosef is watching....
Then on Friday, I got horribly sick, fever even with meds, etc. (through all of which MIL NEVER bothered to call, as she had not during the time I sat with her aunt)
I am on the mend now, about to do a quick sojourn to the store to replenish some staples.
And yesterday the kid fell ill as well. So when I checked the hens, I had a bunch of eggs not collected. (non eaten, as per previous problems)
I tucked them into the pockets of my fluffy bathrobe, carried them inside and put them on the counter.
Then doggy investigated the pocket with vigor.
yes, girl, I had eggs in there, no git
well, and here is where the illness plays in.....
A minute later I hear her crunch on something behind me. So I turned around and checked, wondering what she had found.
Low and behold, she had an egg she had cracked and was licking it with gusto.
Fog brain me, I did not count in-going and outgoing eggs. I had one in my pocket and she found it.
the Big Guy would have had a ball seeing how clever his little girl is!
~insert rofl emoji here~
so that's what I have ben up to for the last 3 months.
please, 2023....go away!
Well, after a long year of being sick, my husband passed away, a couple weeks shy of his 61st (which I had told him we would be celebrating, as he had fallen sick before his 60th)
So my first full year of egg production was largely for naught, as I had planned on 3 people eating when I bought the chicks and everybody was well.
I am considering to give a couple of the birds away to a young friend. and then maybe to a coop with him when it comes to getting new chicks.
I know I sound a little cold, but the emotions are running hot and cold. My husband is at ease now. It is just us dealing with it now.
So, I am dealing with officials, red tape, government (yeah, they think that you don't need money when your spouse dies and book every dang cent back yesterday and take their time giving back 'your share' of it.
Into this lean spell, my mother-in-law (MIL) needed help to sit with her old aunt (another family drama right there that could fill volumes)
I ended up spending 12 nights at the old lady's home, for 15 hours, and received $500 (I basically had to beg for to pay bills like internet and car insurance)
I love Aunty. She is one of a kind.
Alas, MIL.....I hope she knows Yeshua Ben Yosef is watching....
Then on Friday, I got horribly sick, fever even with meds, etc. (through all of which MIL NEVER bothered to call, as she had not during the time I sat with her aunt)
I am on the mend now, about to do a quick sojourn to the store to replenish some staples.
And yesterday the kid fell ill as well. So when I checked the hens, I had a bunch of eggs not collected. (non eaten, as per previous problems)
I tucked them into the pockets of my fluffy bathrobe, carried them inside and put them on the counter.
Then doggy investigated the pocket with vigor.
yes, girl, I had eggs in there, no git
well, and here is where the illness plays in.....
A minute later I hear her crunch on something behind me. So I turned around and checked, wondering what she had found.
Low and behold, she had an egg she had cracked and was licking it with gusto.
Fog brain me, I did not count in-going and outgoing eggs. I had one in my pocket and she found it.
the Big Guy would have had a ball seeing how clever his little girl is!
~insert rofl emoji here~
so that's what I have ben up to for the last 3 months.
please, 2023....go away!
2022 was our 'bad' year - this year much better. Hopefully things will improve in 2024 for you. 
