Enjoyable photos, as usual. My favorite this time is Annie dashing through the snow!
Glad you could get your doctor's appointment over and done while you are still home. Those exams are always so unpleasant.
Is Constance doing okay?
There's been an uncharacteristically warm spell of weather here, so I've been doing as much as I can outdoors. Since Golly was taken, I'm really nervous about letting the poultry out of their runs. But, it's been up to 60 degrees lately, and I can see how eager the chickens are to scratch around and to take dirt baths. So, I let them out when I'm cleaning coops and replacing faulty -- or just plain annoying -- latches.
It doesn't take long to scoop out the chicken coops, but the duck shelter is gross and nasty. I probably always put it off too long because I greatly dislike cleaning it, which make the task even worse, I know.
Six hens live in a coop next door to Gussie's pen, and they love to run over and scratch through the bedding in her house, which actually makes it much easier for me to clean later.
Gussie, who clearly is larger than any and all of them, races away because, while she will herd ducks, she's terrified of chickens. It's a weird dynamic.
The baby pool and the little stock tank are getting plenty of action as all the waterfowl splash and spin around in the water. Of course, the warm weather is about to end; there are snow showers predicted for tomorrow.
I'm still planning to get goslings this spring so Gussie won't be alone. With Golly gone, Gussie seems resigned to having me as a companion. She is the most pigeon-toed goose I've ever seen, and if she even suspects I have some shredded lettuce (her favorite winter treat!), she launches herself toward me at full speed. Sometimes, it looks as if her feet are going to touch each other as she runs.
No matter what goslings I get, I'm going to have to have a larger goose shelter. Mine was built for two geese. And, I have to hope that Gussie really likes babies. I'll keep the little old shelter in case she would prefer a private apartment.
I just remembered that you once asked if I knew shorthand. I do not. But in my many years of working for newspapers, I kind of developed my own system and sometimes find myself lapsing back into it when I have to hand write anything. It helps, but often, my handwriting is still nearly impossible to decipher -- which can be especially frustrating at the store when I'm not sure what I meant to buy!! Sometimes, all I can make out is the first letter.
I bet time is really racing along for you. How many days before you leave? Have you finished with your memorization?
Glad you could get your doctor's appointment over and done while you are still home. Those exams are always so unpleasant.
Is Constance doing okay?
There's been an uncharacteristically warm spell of weather here, so I've been doing as much as I can outdoors. Since Golly was taken, I'm really nervous about letting the poultry out of their runs. But, it's been up to 60 degrees lately, and I can see how eager the chickens are to scratch around and to take dirt baths. So, I let them out when I'm cleaning coops and replacing faulty -- or just plain annoying -- latches.
It doesn't take long to scoop out the chicken coops, but the duck shelter is gross and nasty. I probably always put it off too long because I greatly dislike cleaning it, which make the task even worse, I know.
Six hens live in a coop next door to Gussie's pen, and they love to run over and scratch through the bedding in her house, which actually makes it much easier for me to clean later.
Gussie, who clearly is larger than any and all of them, races away because, while she will herd ducks, she's terrified of chickens. It's a weird dynamic.
The baby pool and the little stock tank are getting plenty of action as all the waterfowl splash and spin around in the water. Of course, the warm weather is about to end; there are snow showers predicted for tomorrow.
I'm still planning to get goslings this spring so Gussie won't be alone. With Golly gone, Gussie seems resigned to having me as a companion. She is the most pigeon-toed goose I've ever seen, and if she even suspects I have some shredded lettuce (her favorite winter treat!), she launches herself toward me at full speed. Sometimes, it looks as if her feet are going to touch each other as she runs.
No matter what goslings I get, I'm going to have to have a larger goose shelter. Mine was built for two geese. And, I have to hope that Gussie really likes babies. I'll keep the little old shelter in case she would prefer a private apartment.
I just remembered that you once asked if I knew shorthand. I do not. But in my many years of working for newspapers, I kind of developed my own system and sometimes find myself lapsing back into it when I have to hand write anything. It helps, but often, my handwriting is still nearly impossible to decipher -- which can be especially frustrating at the store when I'm not sure what I meant to buy!! Sometimes, all I can make out is the first letter.
I bet time is really racing along for you. How many days before you leave? Have you finished with your memorization?
