That would roast me...Sorry, but I need to vent: I am particularly frustrated with newbie-or-not chicken owners who call me up and ask for advice (apparently I'm the go-to chicken whisperer in our village), don't follow said advice, and then call to ask me how to fix the consequences of not following said advice.
Second vent: A client (has a couple of my chickens) phones in a panic because her broody hen has vacated the nest with two chicks leaving a clutch of eggs, some of which were deposited at assorted times by other hens. Could I incubate them? (She's the type that likes to rescue.) Sure. I have a broody who won't break that I need to placate and a fresh chick or two on loan would do the trick. So said client delivers a box of eggs, stained and stinking to high heaven. "Oh, one of the eggs feels light." No kidding as that's what happens when a rotten egg spews its contents. Did she not notice the smell? Anyway, a couple of eggs dead, one with an internal pip, and several about a week behind. Great. Gotta clean up the eggs before putting them into my incubator. DH arrived back home from a week away and immediately notices the smell even though said offending eggs went out into the garbage.
(Thank you! I feel better now.)
Been busy in the yard and keeping the house together whilst DH was gone for a week. Fully intended to do Spring cleaning while he wasn't underfoot, but that fell to the wayside. Every time I turned around there was some calamity that put me 3 hours behind.
A friend who I had dinner with a couple of weeks ago died in an auto accident a few days ago. Memorial service today. This is the part of adulting I'm not fond of, attending more funerals than weddings and christenings.
Put in my application to foster a greyhound from our local rescue with the intent of becoming a foster fail. Fingers crossed on this one.
Our heat wave has abated and we're enjoying some monsoonal coolness. Wish there was more rain, which might come true as there's a chance of precip every afternoon for the next week.
Anyway, chores abound. Heigh ho heigh ho....
Sheesh

And yes, condolences ... that time of life.
