Ohhhhhhhh, just like a 69 1/2 year old might feel. Some days are good, some not so good and some are just great. Finally able to bring in 50# bags of feed from the jeep again so strength is returning to normal. Now if I just had some get up and go I might get something done around here. After mowing and turning into a sopping mess, I came in, stripped to my undies and swept and mopped floors while I was cooling off.
I tried taking little Turtle Dove, my injured pullet back out to the turn out pen with her brood mates. Didn't go over so well. I'll have to wait until the cockerels leave before reintegrating her. There was one just picking on her to no end. But then she's comfy in the house and has a buddy.
BTW, Baby Jay chased me all over the place while I was mowing. Guess I'll forever be part of his world. That is unless and until he/she is old enough to find a mate. Things might change then.


