Patsy Kline the Welsummer’s neck feathers have poofed off her body. Every time she flutters her wings it’s like a pillow fight has happened. She had a rough molt last fall. Looks like it’s the same for her. They all got protein treats today. Can of tuna. One thin shell egg scrambled. Some old chuckeye steak bites. And two old bananas.
Freya the barred rock’s black stripes look brown now. I’m amazed by that feather blanching.
Tomorrow I visit a college with my son but I have bronchitis. Started a zpack yesterday.
Just a follow up on my mother. We took her off life support 9 days after surgery. Her heart wouldn’t circulate good enough after the mitral valve transplant. Her passing was 5 months on the dot of Dad’s. No words are needed. I know she is with him and her good roots have just now been noted in these hard times.
The business of taking care of her business and cleaning a home of 40 years has kept me away here. Weve got more to do.
But during a forced rest day due to this bronchitis hiccup. I got some chicken tv and spoiling done.
Thank God for chickens.
