Nice work, Jim. I am, apparently, exhausted from preparing for my friends' visit and hanging out with them. If that's not the case, then I'm just plain lazy because I have barely accomplished anything since they left Monday.
I found out yesterday that the spring "work crew" is planning to return on the last weekend of October. I intend for garage projects to take up most of their time. Of course, if I don't get them to replace a few deck boards, they could all end up mangled UNDER the deck, so maybe we should start there?!?
After 10 weeks of getting along fine, there were repeated dust-ups in the chicks' run last evening. The dominant girl suddenly decided to make life miserable for one of the others and kept attacking and pinning her victim against the run wall. Peace returned when the picked-on girl hid in a nest box. I retreated to a small glass of white wine.
There's been too much critter drama this week, including scuffles among the rescued cats and having to take my big, blind dog to the vet. George strained or jammed a shoulder over the weekend while enthusiastically playing with my friends' coonhound -- the biggest, beefiest specimen of that breed that I've ever seen. At least George's vet bill was only about one-third of what I've had to pay to the avian vets recently. And, it's a lot easier to get George to swallow pills in peanut butter than to wrestle a runner duck or chicken who doesn't want to drink her meds.
I found out yesterday that the spring "work crew" is planning to return on the last weekend of October. I intend for garage projects to take up most of their time. Of course, if I don't get them to replace a few deck boards, they could all end up mangled UNDER the deck, so maybe we should start there?!?
After 10 weeks of getting along fine, there were repeated dust-ups in the chicks' run last evening. The dominant girl suddenly decided to make life miserable for one of the others and kept attacking and pinning her victim against the run wall. Peace returned when the picked-on girl hid in a nest box. I retreated to a small glass of white wine.
There's been too much critter drama this week, including scuffles among the rescued cats and having to take my big, blind dog to the vet. George strained or jammed a shoulder over the weekend while enthusiastically playing with my friends' coonhound -- the biggest, beefiest specimen of that breed that I've ever seen. At least George's vet bill was only about one-third of what I've had to pay to the avian vets recently. And, it's a lot easier to get George to swallow pills in peanut butter than to wrestle a runner duck or chicken who doesn't want to drink her meds.
Enjoy your dinner. 
