Jim, you don't clean the gutters yourself, do you? I am terrified of heights and getting on ladders more than a couple of feet off the ground. I was approached about buying fancy gutter guards, but a very nice young man cleans mine for $150 -- less than one-tenth of what the gutter rep was trying to sell me.
While I'm sad to lose Althea, the extra space in her coop has opened the possibility of moving some chickens to new digs. The youngsters, who happily crowd into their coop, are wall-to-wall at night. There's much more room in Althea's coop, the four remaining hens there can shift to the 4-hen coop that only houses two Easter Eggers and the EE's can move into the youngsters' coop.
How hard can it be to shuffle 13 chickens into new houses? By myself? Yeah, this scheme may wait until the Work Crew shows up at the end of the month. Anyway, one of the four hens is in serious molt right now (Valentina, a Columbian Wyandotte, looks like a white pin cushion) and probably doesn't need to be more stressed.
Although Carolyn and I picked all the ripe pumpkins, there are a couple that might still turn, and even if they don't, I'm sure the ruminants will eat them at some point.
I keep thinking I'm done picking cherry tomatoes, but they keep ripening. Yesterday, it was 90 degrees!!! In October!! It's 53 this morning.
I have bags of mulch that need to get spread but it was too windy yesterday. Plus, there were FOUR baseball playoff games on TV
