Where to start? Well, my plans are in complete chaos. After three days without power, I'm hoping *some* of the eggs are still alive. If not, I have a few dozen of the Silkie mix eggs I could toss in, but I've been refrigerating the duck eggs...
Chickens were NOT pleased with the massive snow dump. Old Man Winter teamed up with Mother Nature to give us a big middle finger. Temps are now going back into normal for Spring, with highs in the mid teens Celsius next week. Ticks me off that I had to shovel all that white crap when it will all be gone again in a few days!
Myself, I kept busy by reading and re-reading the same book, doing some half-hearted attempts at creating a logo for Falling Down Heights, and trying to convince myself that I was not, in fact, going crazy. This was my theme song:
Someone said they would take all 15 chicks I had for sale, then tells me the day they were going to pick them up that they changed their mind.

Thankfully, someone else inquired about them and purchased five of them. Still have 10 left to sell.
Speaking of chicks, between a combination of an insulated box (the kind they ship tropical in) and a hot water bottle, they survived better than I did!
Then had someone say they would take the three banty hens I had for sale, to also cancel the day of the pick up.

What is wrong with people?!? When you commit to something like this, you follow through!!!
And today, I culled one of my older Muscovy drakes... I didn't really want to, but he had bumbles the size of golf balls which my daughter (technically her bird) didn't take care of. He got them LAST winter. I have too much to do with my own birds, and I'll feed and look after hers but only to a point. I have too many drakes, and wouldn't have been able to sell him with those feet. It broke my heart, but it was the only thing I could do.
Wish more positive things had happened, but maybe I'll have good news tomorrow.