Okay. Dumb confession time. Embarrassed but if this helps another chickenier it will be worth the telling.
Dropped the DH in Zimmerman this afternoon to meet with DS for a fishing weekend in Detroit Lakes with other guy friends. Have fun DH.
Returned home, got busy sewing a quilt top. A nudge keep telling me to go get the last egg of the day, check their water and just make sure that, in general, everything was okay in the run. Took out a bag of garbage and passed the coop and noticed that a heat lamp was on. It seemed warm out so I thought that was odd and added it to my list to unplug it. Dropped the garbage in the bin, rounded the corner of the Rapunzel Building and smelled a fire burning. I thought "Oh someone is going to have a campfire tonight." Opened the run door and noticed a little smoke. I thought it a little strange that there could be smoke in the run. You know how fast the thoughts go through the mind. Then I noticed a heat lamp laying on the floor of the run and that the pine needles were smoldering. Of course I quickly unplugged it, picked it up, stamped out the smoldering with my snowy boot and gave thanks to my creator that He nudges me so persistently. NEVER thought that MY heat lamp would fall from a hook. Not too shook up about it. I figure that I want eggs. The Eagles like my chickens. No chickens - no eggs. So a newer bigger run is built to keep them safe. Now, its gonna get cold again. Don't know why that heat lamp was on because it wasn't cold enough to be using it. Hmmmmm. But they will have to learn to use their coop to warm up their little bodies in this next, and hopefully last, cold spell. No chickens (because they have been roasted) means no eggs.
Live and learn and that heat lamp falling happened so very easily.
One more story. When my now 13 year-old grandson was 22 months he was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. I went to all the classes to learn how to take care of his needs (remember - he's the one that loves needles because a pump is initially more painful to insert although it does not need to be done daily - thank heavens). He and his older brother would come spend weekends with me. Brave parents, but they needed a break from the stress too. I always slept with them and ALWAYS that same nudging voice would wake me up and tell me to check him in the middle of the night. He was always going dangerously low whenever I checked him. This kid did not wake up for anything. Many a time I was rubbing frosting on his gums, as he slept on, to bring up his blood sugar.
I guess I am fortunately blessed to hear that nudger when it nudges.