11 Eggs for the day, traded 3 dozen for some help carrying out the yucky old dining room carpet. Before I got home to do that job... I had a call from a guy who I had left a note for, asking about meat scraps... he's a butcher... he had some good stuff for me, stop on by... so I picked up over 90 lbs of beef, pork and venison hearts, livers, scraps and bits like dark spots... 3 huge boxes, it was all frozen, and while it was a very pleasant day, breezy not humid... it had that blood odor. I made it to the WL Refuge as quickly as possible... they were stoked! they were in the process of unloading a box truck load of frozen rats ~ I offered to help, thankfully they insisted that they were all set...
but it's going to be great, Rudy the Butcher will save all the scraps and stuff that his customers don't want, and because I drive by both places on my way home from work everyday, I will deliver it to Wes the Wild Life Man... which is so convenient... saves everyone time and $$ on gas...
I love going up there, it's a beautiful property and he has taken great pains to make it a safe place for these animals to recover. He has so many birds - even a seagull...! Many birds of prey... a couple of years ago he rescued a herd of Llama's from out west somewhere... they were all rated at 1's or 2's... the lowest one can get before dying... they made it...doing great. I'd like to talk to him about his Pea Fowl sometime... I'd love to have a pair myself.
Pooches are wonderful, will have to go out one more time before bed. Since it's just a trip to the yard, it should be fine, but Miss Ruby has regressed. She needs no lead. She is perfectly behaved while walking, doesn't wander (far), always comes when called... even in less rural settings. I've brought her "dress" (halter and leash) for travel and not used them often in years. but since yesterday afternoon, she refused to walk with Chester (I was happy to share my ear worm with everyone... Chickity China is maybe a good nickname...) anyway, Ruby would do her business in the yard, then return to the front steps, refuse to take more than a few steps when called... downright stubborn! I've been very careful to not make her jealous... today, she looked so sour when I clipped Chester's leash, it dawned on me! I went and got her "dress", slipped it on and HIggitus Piggitus Figgitus Fum! Prestidigitorium! (no exaggeration!) she was happy as can be, trotting alongside as perfectly as ever! I do hope she gets over this though... Chester "Nose to the Ground" and determined is a pain when there is another line to tangle with.