Hi everyone in Grannyland! Haven't been around much. One of those stretches where you wish somebody would send you a Hallmark card for all occasions but they can't because Hallmark doesn't use that kind of language sort of stretches. But things are looking up well, more up than down these days.
I'd injured my ribs in March then turned around the first of June and injured my right shoulder.....bad. Yeah, doing something totally inappropriate for my age but it was a hellacious amount of fun. I think I tore my rotator cuff and possibly a few other tendons. Since I'm primarily right handed with a bit of ambidextrousness it really crimped my style and continuous to be a pain....in the arm. Pretty sure I need to get a steroid injection but things are still busy here.
To make matters worse, since the first of the year I have lost about 20 chickens to only God knows what. I had a bad influx of mice. These birds were well one morning and dead by sundown. Whether or not they caught something the mice dragged in or the chickens ate poisoned mice is the big question. But crying on my husband's shoulder (uninjured) about it, he reassured me that I had to do something to eliminate the mice (who's population had grown to a number that had started to chew feathers off of my chickens) so I had no choice but to use bait.
Good news is that the mouse population is under control, no more birds have suddenly dropped dead and I hatched 14 bantam chicks this spring. This will be my last hatch. My hatch rates are abysmal and I saw for the first time birth defects. Since I'm 71 now I decided to spend my golden years...platinum years? Whatever, enjoying what birds I have left.
I argued with myself about even hatching more birds and spent a lot of time in a blue funk after having lost so many birds to MD early on but decided that hatching some chicks was one way to thumb my nose at those evil fairies that love to make your chickens die off. So I took a break from forums, relaxed and tried to give my shoulder a chance to heal along with my lagging spirits. It was like, Okay, what else is left? Marek's, mystery deaths.....that leaves bolts of lightning maybe?
But my chicks are 12 and 8 weeks old respectively and doing well and nobody has dropped over dead for a few weeks so things are definitely better.
Hope everyone in Granny Land (especially you, Granny girl!) are staying healthy and happy!