Can’t watch your video, Jen, and I WANT to. Dang slow satellite internet. It was raining here and still cloudy. No videos for me.

I’ll look later.
The strange black cows went away, taking their scary bull the size of a large lumpy SUV with them. Looks like something from a rodeo poster. Heifers desire him; bulls fear him... I think our cowman must’ve sold his USFS grazing permit to someone else. He even fixed the line fences. They have to buy the herd with the permit. That’s the rule. He’s obviously switched out the herd bull though.
This morning when he was ogling my girls I went to the fence and I stared at him (the bull, not the rancher, who was not present) until he huffed and wandered nonchalantly off, hollerin’ for his cows to come attend him.
I put my wee duckies in the baby tractor because they were skulking around outside in the rain looking miserable. I know they can get over the threshold ‘cause I’ve seen them do it. I haven’t left them with the older babies all night yet. They’re as large as most of them and no one bothers them, but they’re still mostly fluff. One of the poults was outside crying. I opened the netting and it trotted into the yard, through the tractor door, and hopped up onto a roost.
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The duckies are back right.
Here are my next round of chicken dinners:
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It’s 58 degrees right now, humid & breezy, yet they huddle *away* from the “lights”. I raised the fixtures up higher (heat emitting bulbs really—no light except for the red one ‘cause I want them sleeping at night) but though I’ve shooed them under there repeatedly in case they didn’t notice it’s warmer, they stay crowded away from the warmth. There’re 30 of them in there. Doesn’t look like it, but I did count them as I took them out.