I got back from my vacation today. I will tell you more about it tomorrow.
But, I have my first broody chicken! I came back and the first thing I did was check on everyone- everyone's alive.
Willow was the only one who didn't come running, and so I looked on the nest, and there she was.
I was thinking that she was, because the guy watching them didn't pick up eggs- I knew that because a friend came out to pick blueberries and checked on them.
I went to pet her and she puffed all her feathers out and started making broody noises. I reached out to pet her and she pecked me.
I put some food down near her and she ate a few bites before Bolt came and gobbled it all up.
I told myself that I wasn't gonna tell my dad, but I ended up telling him anyways. "Nope. Those eggs will be in the trash tomorrow. I will not have expensive chicks in my house." "B-" "No buts, that's final."
I tried talking him into it, but he was FIRM


I feel so bad. I don't want chicks for myself, I want them for Willow.
I told him that if I let her hatch them, I will rehome them. "NOPE!"
I'm gonna try again tomorrow before it's too late.
Well, I also have Covid really bad, which is fun. My Canada experience consisted of staying in a hotel room for the two days I was there.
And I fell down the stairs on the cruise and pulled a muscle in my leg. That hurt bad for a few days.
Well, I get to go to the doctor tomorrow to see how bad this virus is- meaning what hundreds of (fluid out of lung-no idea what it's called-) something medicine thing... yeah...
Ack, good night.