Sorry about the dead chicks; how disappointing! My only experience with a broody resulted in three dead eggs, one chick who hatched but was dead when I found it, and two girls who are still with me today. I hope your remaining eggs hatch into healthy little ones.
The closest thing to fun that I have planned is heading to Bomgaars Sunday for Ladies Night. I don't care what they call it; for 3 hours, it's 20 percent off everything that isn't already on sale. Time to buy all the feed I have room to store!
Between being a bit under the weather (which always make my mad; I SHOULD be able to will myself to feel better) and my basic procrastination tendencies, I've accomplished very little this week. With three days of warm weather predicted, I need to get myself in gear -- there's still plenty to do outside.
If I count thinking about something as an accomplishment, then yesterday wasn't a total loss. I believe I finally know how to construct a hand railing for the steps on the south side of the deck with leftover materials from other projects. Every winter, I wish I had already built one, and I have no idea why whoever built those steps thought one wasn't needed. They built a railing on the east steps.
However, the east steps got covered by a ramp with its own railing when I had that double pelvic fracture a few years ago. The ramp has its good points (easier to move furniture in and out of the house, my blind dog refuses to use steps), but it gets incredibly slick in the winter. Rough-surfaced adhesive strips don't hold up well or for very long. I HAVE to use the ramp for the dogs, but it's a risky venture when it's icy.
Things change so quickly in the fall. I feel like the leaves on the walnut trees had just turned yellow. Then, suddenly, the trees are bare and look desolate, while the yard is full of leaves.
Four robins, who haven't left for warmer climates, were in the yard early in the week. Yesterday, I spotted my first junco, a sure sign that winter will be here (too) soon.
