I'm not having any of this Bob. You are either having a bad day or the Covid fear is taking hold. The former will pass but the latter you must guard against.
A few people I know were feeling the same dread of the coming winter probably accompanied by more stringent confinement conditions, especially some of the people I know in the UK.
There is a partial solution Bob and that is to break the rules.
A hypothetical situation.
I can be fairly certain that some of my friends are less likely to catch Covid than others as can most people if they put some thought in to it.
Every time I go shopping for example my chances of contract the virus are relatively high; even with the precautions like a proper mask, hand cleansers and doing my best to keep away from other shoppers. In the small local shops, the risk is low, but in the supermarkets and moving through people in towns and travelling on any form of public transport, the risk is a lot higher.
We (people) make risk assessments all our lives. If one takes reasonable precautions, the risk of catching Covid is lower than the risk of haviing a vehicle accident relative to risk exposure. Things like this have been forgotton in the hysteria.
The next important point is not everyone who catches Covid dies. In fact, it seems from research that a high proportion of people do not even know they are carrying the virus.
I could go on but you are quite capable of working out your own risk assessment with the knowledge you have.
Some people I know are having a social life but it happens at their homes. They and a very small group of friends have arranged between thenselves a night a week when they meet and have supper, or something.
I would quite happily sit down for dinner with my eldest daughter and her husband because I know the degree of caution they have. I would not sit down to dinner with the people in the main house here because they are completely irresponsible.
For people who find the lack of human contact a burdon my view is it is better to take a calculated risk and stay sane and reasonably happy with something to look forward to, than to take isolation for fear of a probably small chance of becoming seriouusly ill with Covid to an extreme.
Chicken Tax.
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I make a point of going into the local village and sitting outside my favourite bar having a coffee and a cigar. I have also been to lunch a few times with people I know well. It is a bit strange when everyone takes their temperature at the door with one of those scanner thermometers and take their shoes off and leave them outside. Some of the people I know also have hand disinfectant by the door. Essentially the same to better precautions that one would find entering a 'good' supermarket here. We still go shopping. Our minds tell us it's an essential task for survival. For some people some degree of social contact is also essential for survival.
There isn't much point staggering out of the other side of this crisis happily claiming the virus didn't get you if you've lost your marbles getting there.
I'm almost 66. I've got a stent in the tube that feeds oxygen to my lungs. Catching a bad dose of Covid would probably make me pretty ill. Add to this that I'm quite content not to even speak to a human fromone month to the next, I still feel that making sure I have some social contact is part of a healthy life diet.
Chicken Tax.
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Last day of Fudge's medication today. She's been eating like a horse!
This is her mornings offering after breakfast.
Her crop was completely empty again this morning when I grabbed her off the roost bar.
Fat Bird isn't talking to me because I haven't been carrying her while I'm treating Fudge.
Fudge is undoubtibly better but I'm still not quite convinced the problem/s are sorted. A few days off the meds will give me a better idea.
For poop watchers this is okay but a bit rough. Looking for a smooth bag type surround to the whole offering.
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Good morning all! I knew it wouldn't last...I am once again behind...almost 30 pages this time...sigh...lol

Speaking of behind...here's the other end of Ophelia...Happy Fluffy Butt Friday...:gig
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What a pretty hen and her name really suits her.
 
Chicken tax & a bit of fluffy butts!

Butters came right out onto the snow and started browsing in the bits of clear ground. The news is that her partner in crime (Popcorn or Peanut) decided there was a tiny, tiny patch of clear ground right outside the door that was just big enough for two chicken feet. She gingerly stepped out. Then went further. Once she did that, the other two followed!
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More fluff!
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