If it weren't for bad luck, I have no luck at all.
At 6:30am this morning DH called me to the porch so I could hear our blue splash silkie crow. Loudly. In a ghostly-wailing kind of way. I was so hoping he wouldn't learn. We promised the neighbors no roos. Now I have to find him a home before someone gets ticked off.
DH told his hiking buddies all about it, and I now have recipes for black-skinned chicken from them
Tonight while having chicken time one of our cats took a dump at the top of the stairs where we'd be SURE to find it. DH found it. He has already complained about them and their toilet habits and the hair floating around the house. Now he's mad enough that he told me I could have a goat if I'd get rid of the cats. He doesn't make idle promises, and I know he doesn't want a goat, so that told me how very much he's tired of the cats.
I love my cats. And I know the older cat was mad because we took away free-range play time for the cats. That was because she ran off and beat up the neighbor's cats. The younger cat behaved outside, but was getting beat up by the older cat if we her out and kept the older one in.
This is going to get a whole lot uglier before it gets better. Our friends with chickens don't want our roo. I don't want to get rid of him or the cats. But I know home life is going to be a little ugly until we find some solutions everyone can live with.
I'm not even going to go into the teenager's emotional snit fit over a BRUSH when I got home (hair obsessed). Or listening to the youngest learning to play the bells and drums. But neither is helping with anyone's patience....
And work was no fun today, neither.
Whew. OK. I've vented. I know I have a lot of blessings. I count them regularly. But today the blessings got lost in the fog.
Any suggestions on how to muzzle the roo and diaper the Jezebel
At 6:30am this morning DH called me to the porch so I could hear our blue splash silkie crow. Loudly. In a ghostly-wailing kind of way. I was so hoping he wouldn't learn. We promised the neighbors no roos. Now I have to find him a home before someone gets ticked off.
DH told his hiking buddies all about it, and I now have recipes for black-skinned chicken from them

Tonight while having chicken time one of our cats took a dump at the top of the stairs where we'd be SURE to find it. DH found it. He has already complained about them and their toilet habits and the hair floating around the house. Now he's mad enough that he told me I could have a goat if I'd get rid of the cats. He doesn't make idle promises, and I know he doesn't want a goat, so that told me how very much he's tired of the cats.
I love my cats. And I know the older cat was mad because we took away free-range play time for the cats. That was because she ran off and beat up the neighbor's cats. The younger cat behaved outside, but was getting beat up by the older cat if we her out and kept the older one in.
This is going to get a whole lot uglier before it gets better. Our friends with chickens don't want our roo. I don't want to get rid of him or the cats. But I know home life is going to be a little ugly until we find some solutions everyone can live with.
I'm not even going to go into the teenager's emotional snit fit over a BRUSH when I got home (hair obsessed). Or listening to the youngest learning to play the bells and drums. But neither is helping with anyone's patience....
And work was no fun today, neither.
Whew. OK. I've vented. I know I have a lot of blessings. I count them regularly. But today the blessings got lost in the fog.
Any suggestions on how to muzzle the roo and diaper the Jezebel
