LONG day. I really need to figure out where my sandals have gotten to; wearing closed shoes and socks got me all overheated: weird to take off your shoes and have your head cool down and stop pounding.
Of course I woke up at 5am today and found my husband not in bed: he's sleeping in his chair again, which is A-1 Certified NOT GOOD FOR HIS BACK but I'm not likely to cure him of it at this late date: the man is just not likely to suddenly stop staying up all night and napping in chairs.
Anyway, there I was fully awake from the effort of getting him to wake up and come to bed, and Ian started crowing, as is the wont of roosters at or near sunrise. Then there was a sound much like that of a cat when you step on its tail, only Zathras was sound asleep in the chaise: Ian crowed and the creaky squawk answered: either Benny or Bjorn is crowing.
Stereo. Just what I do not actually need. Luckily I ran into an old 4H friend at Freddie's on Saturday, and she may well want one of the boys. I'm pretty sure I'm selling both (although I would also trade for young chickens to be named later). They're the ones I got from Tiff, who had them from Tamara, out of her gorgeous splash rooster and hen. It's just that I have a splash rooster already, and only one Blue hen to two splash hens, and it just seems to me I need to be looking for a blue rooster, or even a black, for the second pen. I'm also looking way forward to putting Ian and three hens in the new run and no longer having to run up and down the hill to feed and water: I'm going to have to move the hoop house somewhere on the same level of the people house before I use it again: the extra twenty-foot change in elevation getting in and out every time I check that residence is a waste of effort I could better use elsewhere.