I'm going to complain about my wonderful, patient boyfriend behind his back. I've been really sick with Lyme disease. I'm not getting around so well and I'm taking a lot of painkillers. Usually, I take care of all the farm stuff. It's a job and a half, but I have a system. Since the illness from hell, the BF has been taking care of everything, kinda. We've had one poult die for mystery reasons, and a second doesn't look so good. The brooders and coops are a wreck. These things I can deal with. They aren't to the point of being a health hazard for everyone yet. The clincher was when I dragged my butt out of bed this morning and looked outside to find all the chickens loose. He didn't lock them up last night! Grrr! He already feels bad about it, so I just let it go, but this cannot happen again. I'm sure after watching me shuffle out there tonight to do it myself he won't forget again. I think he really is doing his best. He just doesn't have the flow it takes to keep all this chaos going in the right direction. O.K., vent over.