@ronott1, glad to hear that your mom is cleared for surgery. She's in for a stretch of hard work when it comes to PT but if she is determined, she will sail through it.
Crazy day. Got the chicklettes moved out. It meant breaking down their grow out cage and moving it to the big coop....which meant I had to take the door off the coop, move the grow out cage in, put it back together minus the laying boxes, screen over the opening to the nesting boxes, put the door back up and move the little ones in all the while under the watchful eye of a couple of hens and my coop rooster who all seemed to think they were no big deal which is the general attitude of the youngsters.
In the mean time, DH ran down to one of our Amish neighbors to buy new chains for his chain saws. As he went out the door I yelled after him to ask the sons if they wanted a job butchering some roosters as one of the boys butchers rabbits. He asked and then shrugged. They wouldn't say yes or no. Good Lord a mighty I just might be forced to run down the road after buggies and toss a rooster in the back in order to get rid of these little monsters.
I'm the same way with stores. I'll wander around and finally some youngster stocking shelves will ask me if I need help finding something...and call me ma'am

I tell them I'm not old and forgetful, I'm just forgetful!
Now I'm off to sweep pine chips off the hobby room floor.
Crazy day. Got the chicklettes moved out. It meant breaking down their grow out cage and moving it to the big coop....which meant I had to take the door off the coop, move the grow out cage in, put it back together minus the laying boxes, screen over the opening to the nesting boxes, put the door back up and move the little ones in all the while under the watchful eye of a couple of hens and my coop rooster who all seemed to think they were no big deal which is the general attitude of the youngsters.
In the mean time, DH ran down to one of our Amish neighbors to buy new chains for his chain saws. As he went out the door I yelled after him to ask the sons if they wanted a job butchering some roosters as one of the boys butchers rabbits. He asked and then shrugged. They wouldn't say yes or no. Good Lord a mighty I just might be forced to run down the road after buggies and toss a rooster in the back in order to get rid of these little monsters.
I'm the same way with stores. I'll wander around and finally some youngster stocking shelves will ask me if I need help finding something...and call me ma'am



Now I'm off to sweep pine chips off the hobby room floor.